For a Torturous Memory

 
I labor from below
Tunneling
Overwhelmed by night

Where the lights cannot pry
And the silent linger
In the firm clutches of sleep

Dig out!
Is the refrain I hold
The harbored scream
Which fuels my effort

Dig out!
Claims my blistered hands
As they toil in spite
Bloodied and maimed

Home
Is a cherished beacon
Wafting through the ruins
Of a once prosperous mind

A ceaseless memory
That soothes and torments
Never leaving me to waver
Never falling
Out of favor with my thoughts

Beneath My Feral Hide

 
The windowpanes caught fire
And scorched slow
As I labored awake

I strained and heaved
To be clear and conscious
To coast through the morn
Unburdened, by days long lost

Still
I labored onward
Shroud
In nightmarish agony

I remained watchful
With prowling eyes
True to their search
For the cause
Of each mindless
Daily breath

The hunger
Never fully fades
For it remains within
Beneath my feral hide  

War Raged in Short Bursts

 
I plunged
Into a murderous sleep
With concrete limbs
Obeying, the quicksand’s pull

Among the tombstones
Proud, grey and stern
They scaled higher and higher
In the gradual wane of the surface

Thunder and rain
Were a natural send off
Like mournful, pattering snares
With Mauser’s raised
For their unified salute

Once tame reveries
Lunged forth
With a primal hunger
As the world softly droned
In comfortable monotone

War raged inside
In short harrowing bursts
Unraveling my fabric
In every mile conquered

I recovered with haste
Through white, luminous halls
My nerves
Stewing in agony
Fearful, of the nights to come

Far from Triumph

 
How easily
I become hollow
Far from the mountains
I’ve sculpted with care

So swiftly
I become derailed
A tower of ruin
Overrun by despair

Exhaustion clings
Forcefully
And the earth grows silent
Withering, unclaimed

How I’ve thoughtlessly
Disbanded
Succumbed to a fear
I've coddled deep within

True to Their Silence

 
Placid grey waters
Mimic the sullen clouds
Swallowed
By the unending chorus
Of mankind’s inner strife

They’ve grown cold
Dormant and silent
Never sparing an instant
Of pigment or sound

As young and old
Carry on
Hopeful for the rays
With eyes stern and vigilant

For just one strand
One glimmering
Shred of hope

Yet the seas remain
True to their silence
Sealed until the hour
Our anguish
Is torn asunder