Nestled in the arms of a foothill, discomfort is aware of my ache.
Though the sky etches out a glorious sun…is it forsaken?
There is no warmth from the ground below.
I push this transition further and further into the granite strings to my heart.
Whether heaven be above awash in blue hue or…below in what is home.
Remorse prefer I walk alone.
A walk among reservations.
Tossing away toys from before.
Falling like a wealth of depressions…into a provisional floor.
Troubles…dragging me down.
Nothing but self-imposed seclusion…uttering around.
A fish tanked.
Looking at an oasis…at a far off shore.
But love dared me.
And, offered tokens of my innocence as…reward.
Conundrum of careful carefree chances.
An ache of promise…kept or deceived.
For infinity…a bite of love’s risk.
Forever, a mishap…on which I feed.
If I saw her I would have run. But the shadowy figure had been me…and, I know what that means.
Just a hop, skip and a jump! As, I am aware of every morning. Even that athletic tussle…would not set me…free.
Awareness and chronic pain go hand in hand.
You cannot ignore…What you can no longer stand.
In the midst of night dreams. There are aggressive ‘let me out!’ Bouts of terror.
Within the scope of words and phrases…I have searched.
Nothing has prevailed.
Deep-rooted is the ache that lives with me on earth.
Between everything purposeful
Between the wishes for rain
Lies…a stockpile of liquid pain.
Twisted ties of what remains
Careless love, who knew.
It was never up to you.
There is only so much you can do.
Imagine a world vacant of stormy weather
had not two worlds met.
For not one of us…
is truly desperate.
To wish away the ache
Clamor for forever fair weather.
Would only tarry
what lovers had known before.
Tis, far better to have loved…carelessly
Than to have stood naked, heart in hand…
at a closed door.