As our future approaches

It will be me

in the fire
burning at dawn

blazing

scorching around the edges
catching
alone
as the world watches on

me
constrained by tendrils
of wire and rope and chains
and all that never
materialized

it will be you

the onlooker
protected
engulfed by the masses
surrounded

but it will be me
on my own

as I burn in my hell.

Research

Pondered over
Examined

Raided

Like I was theirs to own

The specimen in a jar
Who evaded all hope of classification

Until the one could be found

The one who could make me laugh

From the soul
From the core of our world

And lift me high
Before it came crashing

Before it stopped

The experiment on a shelf
The one who failed

Forgotten.

Turning out the sky

Sunset at dawn

We wonder how
the night got so long
Or came so soon

How the stars failed
To light
The heaven we had made

Or when had it got
So late

Too late

Too late in the day
When it was meant to be
Ours

Now what we see
Is not light at all
Only dusk
And the pending darkness

As our sun fails.

Braille

I have lost my way
In the darkness

Become caught
Between
Barbs and thorns

Entangled

The pathetic creature
Ensnared in the trap
I set down
In the first place

We have forgotten the days
When we didn’t have to
Tend the wounds
Or mop up
Spilt blood

And we give off
Nothing but wretched cries

Waiting

For tiny pin pricks

The delicate embossing
Which will weave our worn out life
Into a tragic story.

life in the shallows

She could lay all day in that bed,
Waiting,
But it’s not coming,
At least not the elusive missing piece,
The part of the puzzle she has become convinced
That if she just found
Could mould her into this space she occupies,
A cure,
The antidote to all that makes her weak and feeble;
A flag stone of perfection cemented against her own imperfection
To keep her standing in years to come.
Instead she shuffles,
Room to room,
Faltering,.
The empty search in the empty house
Made so because she has thrown out the contents
Ashamed of the light they cast her in;
Wicked and cruel.
Nothing she owned was ever enough,
Instead she chose to float in the shallows
With nothing in her hands but a lie.