Every thought’s a beginning.
Only ends come to pass.
Pursue with passion.
Smile in the glass.
Fog may surround.
This too shall pass.
The outside awaits.
Get off your lazy ass.
The End
Every thought’s a beginning.
Only ends come to pass.
Pursue with passion.
Smile in the glass.
Fog may surround.
This too shall pass.
The outside awaits.
Get off your lazy ass.
The End
Colorless leaf crackle beneath sole-less feet.
The smell of death lingers sweet.
Bramble thick draws blood on paper skin,
digging more deeply the deeper within.
*
Then starlight fades to the darkness I fear,
moonlight shadows disappear.
Columns abound supporting endless night,
numbers multiply consuming the light.
*
Welcome dew hangs heavy in unseen air,
to drink deep I do not dare.
Outstretched hands replace teary useless eyes.
Senses heightened, alert of endless cries.
*
Vibrations of night; soft, loud, far and near,
distant from all, we all hold dear.
Wanting now only to curl-up and weep,
my soul is still for the sickle to reap.
*
Return to the path I lost yesterday,
blackness turns slowly to gray.
Long nights journey in the forest of hell,
surviving again, except for my shell.
*
The End
*
SKittell c.2014