The Hunted

 
Casual passersby
Send fear on the prowl
Hunting, scouring
For the meat of anxious hearts

I waver
In the muck
Of daily pleasantries

In the mire
Of placid words
Devoid of any true purpose

Silence is refuge
Aloft, in the folds
Of restless thoughts

Where the winds
Thrive only to sooth
And send away
Every thread of dismay

Father Knows

 
I cave
A hopeless wretch
As bravery nears
Having conquered
The falling, fading day

Father
He spares few words
As his eyes trace my fear
Disheartened
And burdened with worry

My nerves draw chaos
In the rising fumes of despair
At the swell
Of the morrow’s hatred
Foreseen within, his tired eyes

Father knows
What awaits his feeble son
Fully aware of the carnage
That lingers, quietly simmering

But all questions fade
In the aft of my mind
Dispersed by the fear
He once carried, long ago

“I am afraid”
Would come to pass
In a sudden surge of valor

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

Binds of Young Distress

Like scalding magma
The panic surged
Raised from the caverns
Of my guilt-laden conscience

And yet
Onward I trailed
Through the sweltering hellscape
I knew by name

As wreckless thoughts
Raved madly within
Blistering my insides
With the coursing of young distress

Still I trailed
Maimed and ragged
Toiling forward
Drenched in dismay

I strived and strived
To thrive in the arms of bliss
But the hour of rest
Lied beyond my weary reach

The Iron Gates of Havoc

 
At the hoisted day
Stomach’s churned
In the permeating oil
Salt air and salvos

The sputtering engines
Grew to their murderous drone
Wading steadily
For the iron gates of havoc

Below their toil
Hushed words prevailed
Clamoring for the skies
Through thick plumes of black

Beyond the raging tides
The iron gates sprung forth
And Neptune’s dark overture
Swallowed, young fortitude whole

Passing Terrors

 
It is all in my mind
These passing terrors
Nightfall’s tremors
Are but a transient phase

It is strife I must
Endure brazen
Drained of reluctance
Devoid of all fright

Quivering nerves
Are nothing at all
They do no true harm
For the heart
Toils in defiance

The blood shall course
As done in days prior
Charging without fear
To ensure
I ascend unfazed

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They've Always Known

They all knew
Engulfed by their silence
As gossip wheeled on
Inside the folds of their thoughts

All that I’ve done
Sprawls out in open display
To be nudged and prodded
By the searing eyes
Of fellowship

They’ve always known
Anchored firmly to peace
So kind to never speak
So kind to seethe in secret

Yet soon
I am to bid farewell
To the soothing sway of discretion
For the kind and caring
Are destined to foam

They must boil over
At each heinous crime
Fastened firmly
To my harrowing name

Tried and True Currents

 
Folks carry on
Like passing vessels
Loyal to their breeze
Their tried and true currents

A scene
I retain from afar
As I flood with reluctance
In the flourish of mundane melodies

Before
Each sorrowful endeavor
I recede fearfully

Before the silent
Inevitable sinking
I retreat
With the greatest haste

Letting horizons fade
And their joyless songs
Capsize forever more

Prologue to a Dream

 
I evade the falling fragments
In the prologue of reveries
As I brace for solid ground
And the agony
I’ll surely meet

Shards glitter without care
Brazen in their fall
Torn from the panes
That once cradled their sheen

Gaping windows
Peer helplessly
From above

At the sinking spectacle
The mindless
The wasteful
Unraveling

And the dark feeds
Upon this harrowing leap
As a bottomless vacuum
To which
My limbs
Adhere

Reveries consume
My juvenile frame
Until I am hoisted high
By the fish hooks of day

Pulsating

 
Torrential havoc
Gushes violently
From every sweltering pore

Dry words escape
Fleeing the loom of inferno
As the perils of the mind
Stampede beneath my flesh

Like frantic refugees
Streaming fearfully
From the fervid pulse of war

With eyes fixed forward
I let them take flight
As the towering flames
Envelope,ravage
And rage among the ashes

Cavalry Charge

 
Fears roll away
At the sudden gusts of valor
Before honored drovers
Mounted and stern

I regain balance
From the cavalry charge within
While uncertainty streams away
Peppered mercilessly
With fright and awe

Courage beckons
From the still plains I harbor
Mute and reverent
As the past hardships plume

Full in stature
My footsteps carry on
Driven forth by the raging storm
The tussle beneath my flesh