Prescribed

There is space

and time

and you see the light
and the way
it dances off shadows
across sweeping rainbows
in the empire you built
to protect.

And I see the darkness
and the hand which destroys.

And I feel the space

and time.

And there is no cure.

Gravity Pulls

Gentle
on the stillness of time
carved hands
feigned memories
shifting
beneath the weight
as it pushes the mass
into
the realms of the earth.

Absorbed

until proof has been erased.

Entire

It is in silence
You will find me
Hollowed from the
Inside out.

Bled dry
Of sanity and life
By the monster
Who claimed me
As her
Rightful prize.

A voice
Who was never
Satisfied.

The living entity
Only content in death.

A view from the other side

You came back broken
Lost
Between this place
And that place
Here and there
Somewhere.

No where.

Stuck in the rut
No chance of escape.

And feeling to blame.

You came back broken
And I
Don’t know why.

Windows

That we are
ever changing.

Chasing
the glint of fiery
dragons hiding
under cotton bed sheets
before the flames
engulf
all that was known.

Or flies.

Dead black dots of
nothingness.

Naked

Did I become frozen
amid disappointment,
unrelenting,
unceasing,
a permanent feature
of a folding universe
where this body
has betrayed
each and every one of you,
a mind
once beautiful
stripped bare.

Lessening

I live in the world of mitigated silence,

Terrified my words will fall
On deaf ears.

Dismissed without due care or attention
Before they reach out
To your soul.

And you fail to question,
And you fail to question,

Not knowing
Is easier to contemplate.

In your fitful mind I can continue as before.

Such a terrible lie in this silence