Edge of the Void

The clock keeps running down

Each minute engraves a frown

Every second wipes it clean

So the fatigue is never seen

The insistent ticking of the watch

Reminds you of all you splotch

Psychotic and brinking on societal norms

You swear you shall change all and reform

The glass shape curves and shines

But all you hear is others whine

The sand dripping, your silent friend

Each grain passes is another towards an end

The fears and anxieties of countless others

Upon yours you take on and smother

But what reality remains course yet dull

Beats furiously upon your skull

Why worry of such trivial matters?

Why take all the trash and the batter?

Nothing could ever make you sadder

Than believing the former rather than the latter

The edge of the void creeps and draws you in

But you shake your head because that’s where you’ve been

Dare

Wrists and arms welted with prints

Indented with the fingers’ grasped tints

Pinkish white where the blood flow stopped

In the moments when temperament chopped

Hands twisted and wrung red and black

Skin and bones stretch and crack

Nails scratch and itch for distraction

Digging in and pinching to prevent reaction

Mouth opening and closing tight again

Trying to stop the rampage of words of stain

Teeth grinded against and clamped hard

Bottom lip chewed and bitten down barred

Intentions met on mutual ground

Dispute and disdain eventually found

Forgiveness extends his hand

But forgetfulness doesn’t approach this land

Rash words collide in tensed surroundings

Ones which seem only destroyed by chainsaw’s revving

But with a swift and simple slip and snip

Brings upon tornados and hurricanes’ fury trip

The results are what matter most

The ends summarize all that is necessary to post

Symbolizing and summarizing all that went in between

Obvious despite all the intricacies left unspoken and unseen

Fallen into a routine

Left to suffer as they attack and demean

Fallen into belief and concede

Words can kill and bleed

Dare to speak up and reprimanded

Dare to act out and shredded

Dare to confess and treaded

Dare to simply be and beheaded

But does this constant batter mean to no longer try?

Will you no longer reach for the sun, moon, stars, and sky?

Would you be oppressed and made to comply?

Does vulnerability and tears means a weakling supply?

No, we will speak up and defend ourselves and more

We will act out for those who cannot take what’s in store

Our voice cannot be shadowed, muted pleas

We stand as we are and speak as we please

Dare to be and dare to change

Routine horrors should not be arranged

Dare to try and fall but get back another time yet

Because it shows them that your life is not in stone set

As Seasons Change

Oranges, browns, blues, greens

The spectrum of the year

And the pantomime of its seasons

The sounds of ocean breeze

Mix with the sweet showers of rain

The clash of thunder

Booming with the gongs and drums

The whistle of birds

Entangled with the sounds

Of wind chimes and glass bottles

The melodies of the wind and world file in

Filling the soul with passion and freedom

Cleansing past pain to dull

And rejuvenating life in inspiring ways

Stronger with each turn of the cycle

And each month past

Following and leading through the seasons

Heart’s song weaves through

Sweet smells with each note

Memories created and unfolded

Silent understanding in each

Tight embrace,

Light touch,

Quiet glance,

Loud laugh,

And fond seconds past

Watching and loving

What many either cannot or will not

Wafting in the beauty of the seasons

Wishing naught despite what

Wandered through the past

Wallowing in regret won’t make amends

Work forward and find yourself again

The rain showers pounding sweetly

Upon water, pavement, and brick

Singing stormy stories

As thunderclouds hover

Dispensing thunder’s tremors and tales

Lighting lashes the length of the sky

Bolting brightly, breaking by the grey

As people hide under their covers

I sing with the song and run outside

Arms thrown wide, head thrown back

Laughing as I spin

Loving as I live

Circles upon circles

Twirling and dancing

Insane and perfect in every way

Ripples trail along the surface

Cold air nips at my nose and fingertips

Water droplets all around

Atmosphere clean and anew

Wind whips my hair

Behind my head then

Across my face

Hands move to push it back

To little avail

Let it be and let all be

Listen instead and focus instead

On the secrets of the breeze

Listen to the sounds of the seasons

Shifting each second

Taste the colors as they melt to one

Creating new days overlapping old

Feel the difference of the atmosphere

Morphing to something better

Observe the storms and winds ahead

Challenging your every step

And listen to that song of your soul

Moving to the changes of the seasons

Lingering Shadows

The past,

Reoccurring and repetitive

A sense of no control

As history repeats itself,

An endless cycle,

Continuously

Falling deep into an eternal pit

Memories irk and trouble the mind

Like a shadow

Consistently trailing behind

Lingering close by

Never able to be shaken off

Never learning fully from the past

Remembering what was then

Reminiscing about what could have been

Yet unable to fix the problem

Wanting to change

Wishing for difference

To put a stop to the never ending sequence

Thoughts flash by

Years before

Actions past

The former you

A part of you forever

Part of your being

Your soul

Your heart

Your mind

Grasping and latching on,

Haunting you

Never able to fully let go

But one needs to learn

Then move on

The past has gone

But always able to resurface

So discover and be prepared

Do not let your nightmares of the past

Haunt the days of your present

And affect the times of your future

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