Our postponement has expired. I was hoping for more time. The morning sky cannot hide the truth. I see the warning buried beneath the horizon, preventing the sun from rising.
It’s Been A While
It’s been a while since I’ve felt the sun. Daily precipitation grows more intense. Finding my sense of direction, moving away from the storm yet, tethered to the chaotic attraction.
Thunder without the touch of lightning.
All I have is the rain.
I exist in a place of confusion; perspiration has the scent of chaos.
My father visits my dreams, but he doesn’t recognize me.
The ebb and flow of warnings erode the existence of time.
Seeds of resurrection.
Childish games they continue playing. Those lingering lies were their truth as fairy tales.
I stepped away. For a moment, my thoughts I quietly transcribed—a world of burning embers. I returned, and everything I knew turned to ashes.
Memories no longer forgotten.
Another storm is coming. Feeling the barometric pressure. Waiting for the strong winds, to begin parting our ways.
It rains in the most obscure places; the unexpected. Taps playing on my skin. The urge to run becoming prevalent. Be still, let nature take its course.
A sense of panic lingers. Words spewed to comfort. It’s not over. Garbled dreams and nightmares so vivid. Time is forced to rewind. We’ve shut our doors again.
A summer of Deja Vu becomes reminiscent of a love story. Cascading sunbeams reflecting our memories. The warning of a storm, the bittersweet smell of rain.
In the Valley
This valley is void of life. My days are wasted and my nights are restless. I’m bankrupt because of good deeds. My thoughts gathered in an empty space. The shadows tell me there’s no reason to be here.
Our time collected things unchanged. This future abates.
A choice between night and day.
Now the door is locked.
I should have walked away.
I can never fade to black. A spotlight always shines on my goodbye.
Everywhere I go there is an expected burden I must carry. A curse given to me by my mother. I dreamt about my father, our conversations and his laughter. For a moment I forgot he died. The sunshine is deceiving, I’m in the midst of a storm.
Nights won’t let me sleep.
Memories whisper my name.
Time’s resumed its pace. We are bound to its madness. We have done everything and we have done nothing. Moments are indistinguishable. An eerie feeling.
I lie awake for days. My mind’s endless pontification. A restart requires a heavy price. All my hard work erased. However, there is nothing left to prove. The evidence carries a message of truth. After life comes death. There are things I must do.
I don’t know how long we’ve been falling, but we’ve reached the bottom. Now we’re lying in darkness; the smell of the abyss chokes our lungs. Sounds of screaming shake our souls. Surrounded by the emptiness, we’re starving for life with nothing to eat.
A sudden fracture within the norm gave way to an unexpected tragedy. A single infection shut down the world. Despite the unprecedented events, we sought peace and equality. Our reality is now planted in a virtual world. A King showed us the meaning of strength and commitment; a loss we cannot recover. Politicians forsaking the lives of a nation for personal gain. A journey without led to paths within. Every moment is a story we will not forget.
Smoke and Ash
I performed a ritual
in the shadow of a new moon.
A burning sacrifice
to release the negativity.
I doubted the outcome.
In the wake of events,
maybe I was wrong
to have the disbelief.
Saturday morning coffee
the sun doesn’t rise at 4:45.
I can hardly open my eyes.
There’s a full moon in the sky
it’s the only light that shines.
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