Reign of Cowardice:

Reign of Cowardice: Prologue

I found

In troubled darkness

A way

Ahead

Back turned to light

Forward

Through creeping void

Press on

Imploding with every touch

Against agony

I strain

Oxygen

As ever

Failing to sustain

-

The reasons for our actions

Are not always clever lies

But the secrets we do keep

Rape the rest of our poor lives

-

Not all is as it seems

Learn how not to trust your eyes.

The Body of the Dark

The long slow ache defied me

To be worse than what I feared

But cowardice how the habit

Defeat

Defeat

Again

Again

Again

Beat me

With myself

Flog me

With my failure

Eat me

Gnaw upon my flesh

As I do

Again

Again.

Again...

Coward

Running from my certain beginning

Became, to me

The only choice for the choosing

No remedy

Only extensions. . .

Attrition.

Heartache

Heartache, oh the inevitable!

The years wasted attempting to defy you

Hiding from the exalting power of your thumb

Dry eyes

All emotion

Remaining hidden

Dry eyes

Are all that’s seen

And though most sins

Can be forgiven

Dry eyes

Are never clean

Water

I am

I run

I Thirst

It consumes me

Wild eyed

I search

You used to be my water

And now

The desert uses me

F

Deep and eternal

the stirring overwhelming void crawled on

Dragging questions

without answers

unspoken

unspeakable

unasked

Rolling in the currents

delving the ever-deepening abyss

Of the miasma within

as if my light alone

were ever bright enough

to win

For in every part of me

There was a door

That would no longer open

No longer let light in

Trapped as I was

When I was freed

From my past-me

I found more light

Then I could have

Possibly. . .

Imagined. . .

Jackie

I know that I will choose

being with her

over not being with her

until it becomes

more comfortable

and natural

than breathing mountain air

she gives permission

to be a person

who isn't always scared

just what I've always needed

but I really never dared

even ask for

ever hope for

even dream of ever finding

but the glory

of this story is. . .

the sparks are played by lightning

No Tunnel After All

The light

at the end of the tunnel

Was just the slow approach of dawn

And the light was to surround me soon

Whether or not

I struggled

On

The light

At the end of the tunnel

Is just the slow approach of dawn

And the light will surround you soon

Whether or not

You struggle

On

Ending

Is the iron

Of hemoglobin

So wasted?

All calm and peaceful

Fear no longer

The end is itself

Ending