musings

The Light

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The light behind my eyes is gone

For a while it was dimmed

Struggling against newfound darkness

Luster fading with each passing moment

Doubt settling into every cloaked corner of my mind

Now the light has diminished

Now it is nonexistent

I don’t know when it will return or if it ever will

But I am now familiar with its absence

Against my better judgement

When the light faded, a dull ache took its place

Radiating from head to heart

Pain struck relentlessly like lightning in a torrential storm

Exhausted from the loss of motivation, I continued to yearn for a chance to find my spark once more

Still the darkness persisted and insisted

Willing itself upon me like a curse

Suffocating, snuffing out any chance for hope

Desperation called for the familiar grip of a rope

Tightly coiled, hugging the veins in my neck

Constricting until peace engulfed..

With a final breath to release the burden of solitude

The Light

Shameless Muse

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I must know what stirs the storm raging within you

I must intertwine myself with the passions you endure

The flight of fancies that elevate your pulsating vigor

The sinews that encase your lifeblood

I must know what makes your toes curl

Which fingers trace their way into the grasp of your phenomenal roots

The essence of the breath you elicit from your lungs to the undeserving earth

The drumbeat of your heart, reverberating with the primal pull of need, yet unspoken

Your words dance on my ears like loose petals in the wind

Your voice strikes rhythm, like fear, into my languishing heart

A muse borne from charged visions of internal turmoil

Carousing blindly in a devastating heat

O’ luminous wonder of mine,

With eyes as cavernous as the hole from whence I rose

Hands outstretched, grasping at fire-tinged limbs, longing for skin to skin

I must know what fuels your desire, what makes you ache with pleasure and sin

Shameless Muse

Hope To Ruin

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Cracked skin on wringing hands like crooked lines etched into the fabric of time

Reminiscing of days past when hope was but a song, carried by the voices of those imbued by life’s love

Heads bowed in shame now, averse to the gaze of what we’ve become

Too entangled in the dilapidated ruins on humanity’s home

Built upon, a monument to honor the promise of potential

All hands toiled and tolled, both young and old

Both weak hearted and brave

Gone is the distinction that emboldens the cracks that split across jagged surfaces, deepening rotten wounds, rancid and oozing to their core

The dream of goodness wiped away like a speck on the clear vision of hate

Hope To Ruin