By: Whit
Rushing, slipping through the air
blowing leave across the room
Choosing with the utmost care
Styles of impending doom.
Whispering blurry, past my sight
a shadow in the peripheral.
Closing eyes, pulses jump
figures in my silhouette.
Dark conglomeration curdling like a scream
stuck within my throat.
A dying need upon your feet
a stipulation that must be read.
Steps away, it’s skipped my turn
taking flight upon your grave.
Burrowing deeper inside the marrow
bones wrenching throughout your joints
Tendons and ligaments torn through a pain.
Lightning flashes, skidding through these dreams
a washed down gray ridden morning
Dawn failing to dispel the mist
Journey back to time before time
click rewind and pause, no cause for this.
The clock still jumps ahead
and your dreamscapes still turn in mind
Engulfed by bitterness, swept along a course of rage
Ice drops glistening, flailiA ting downward a spiral called life
Staring past unblinking eyes, profusion of though and enveloping emotives.
Careening crossly, shameful cruelty it swirls around my being
Crass ambiguity slow as molasses in the heat of day
Frame by frame a picture forms
and like a summer storm, rashly skitters away
from the light of truth dawning upon you
Shimmies, shivers up my spine, tingling lightly on
pressed to my scalp
A tickle in my ear, frightened tears gleaming
shadowing my eyes.
Slickly caressing across my skin, swirling around
it’s eternity, light and darkness, sporadic occurences
with each goal and destination it’s firmly mapped out.
Every sweet breath and sight leading somewhere
beyond the reach it always catches each it’s lost.
Our Darkness Within 