Grief

In spite of myself, I bared my teeth to the stars.

Their sparkling twilight took what once was ours.

And, I, a grieving fool have nothing left but to curse them.

Spitting words between sharpened, glinting fangs with such sin

From my chest to my throat, splicing my tongue

In such a way that the air around me is wrung

With loud upheavals and bursted blood.

This vessel can't take the flash flood

Rushing through tensed pathways

To the center of a void so astray.

Give this withered thing a pity and it would simply break

Under the pressure of apathy so choking like a snake.

Venom burrows its sharp nails into the long, poised neck

And devours, leaving the once overgrown spine an absolute wreck

And leaving victory to the ancients where there was none,

Dancing melancholically between the dippers and the long gone sun.

Wretched stars, how they mock us,

Placing a hand to my heart it makes such a fuss

That the galaxy now so far away is seen through clouded eyes

And to the forebearers, my sound, it dies.

The coils of the beyonds' digits around my neck,

I pass over the last paycheck

To my heart and surrender a soft muffle

And with one last breathe, bustle

To the weight of worlds.

Author's Note

Sunday posting. This one is late for you guys, but it's been up on my DA for a while. I'm trying to figure out if I can schedule poetry on here like I can DA, so I can get stuff up on time while I'm busy.

I'm now writing three poems daily to force myself to write, so some of these aren't going to be my best but I need to post something on Sundays.