I sit alone
In this confounded chair
Left for eternity
Wanted there.
I sit here alone
And begin to stare
Into eternity,
But it’s not there.
I sit quietly
Lifeless, without peace
Patient for time
For time to cease.
It’s a curse
To be alive,
Sitting, waiting
For hope to thrive.
I looked at what resembled
A pile of sticks covered with putty.
How could I empathize
With such a pathetic soul?
It lay with so little so subtle a breath
How could I stand
In pure health and pity?
The powderflesh frame
Was yet to be mine.
I kneeled down aside the corpse
And gently slacked the brittle jaw.
So putrid a smell, a noxious stench
Released itself, and death escaped.
In spite of the stench, I inhaled deeply
And exhaled my breath of life
Into the rotting lungs.
Look at where we stood!
And now where are we?
Drifting into the void?
How come we moved?
Did the floor drop out beneath us?
Crumbling to dust, our feet have surely left the ground.
What shall we do?
Is there a way to stop the falling?
Will it make a sound
If we never hit?
Should I be scared
In this strange descending motion?
Feel the air rush past- it is a long, dark haul.
Life is a series
Of chronological tests
Day by day
One or two
Actions take the whole of you.
You have to try
Or perhaps not
Either way
Win or lose
Your life is shaped by what you choose.
I am strung
In complex events
It goes on
Takes all of me
I’m dying from philanthropy.
You must have will,
You have to try
It’s a chore
It will end
You’ll reach the goal when you win.
Writing feverishly. No. Fighting beaverishly. Wait, no. Biting free-versishly.
