The End of Perfection

Nothing is made perfect.

No modern day miracle
to remove damaged flaws
or hand out redemption
to those who would otherwise flee
in the face of overwhelming truth.

Truth.

It's burning a hole
through knowledge
through acceptance
through existence.

And I watch
as my soul seeps out
escaping into the in-between.

Where now the strength?

You decided long ago
it could never last
destined to wear then fade
unable to outwit the inevitable.

I could never last.

Because nothing is made perfect.

On Low

Turn me down
low
to that place
just above the
blackness
where life
is indistinguishable
from whatever comes
next.

A Little More Room

Light falls between
all our dreams,
slipping past
the distant memories
without waking them.

And you say
it was pleasant,

for a while.

From Here

As much as I wanted
I was never
one of your stars.

Always on the outer edge
just out of reach.

Destined to watch from afar
and wonder
at everything I never had.

Broken One

You didn't have to
break him.

Cast him out into the world
with his small soul

shattered.

To become
simply another broken one
who nobody knew
how to fix.

You were meant to
protect him.

Not destroy

the

child

Only Time

With eyes wide,

drenched under
the after glow of a
blazing sun,

you leant in close
to whisper against
my welcoming soul,
"It's only time."

Through closed veins
it spread,

warming,

for although I was
almost gone
I heard you awakening
lost senses.