"Wandering..."

"Pater Noster, qui es in caelis... sanctificaetor nomen tuum, adveniat regnam tuum, fiat voluntas tua sicut in caelo et in terra..." I intoned softly.  In the dark... my dark... a world's dark...

I still remember these words and the others that follow.  I remember meaning them as I spoke them and when I didn't - mean them, just spoke them.  I remember my outstretched arms meant to encompass the entire group - to gather them into what was being intoned... and when those same arms couldn't hold one in this world a moment longer.

"Wandering..."

I remember when I couldn't cry

the day my eyes couldn't turn away
the day my ears ceased existing

...and the world just stopped.

I remember
green
things - all around somehow
and colors that were just black
- on night.

I remember stars -
cold pinpoints burnt into my eyelids...

unceasing spots cascading upon retinas
that no longer cared.

I remember standing
til I couldn't -
...and how it IS to topple
disjointed -
falling boneless though wide-awake
and fully aware
- and without any control whatsoever.

I remember my friend
and his leaving...
though no one else does
or ever will.

Chris

Author's Note

say as you will...

Reviews

[Crowley]

The style is creative and refreshing, I like the set ups that you use, makes the impact at the journey end that much more concrete. The last stanza is very complete and starts one down the path of what ifs quite nicely. Loved it.

[Emily B]

you will see him again