After

After

A Poem by Jackson Krauss Blind Painter

 After

He trembled,

Wheezing for breath in a way only a pursued man can.

But he was the pursuer,

Searching desperately for a way to begin all of his past endings again,

To stave off the new with the newer, and start used.

 

He was the hunted, running miles away from all those inside of him,

Who each wanted nothing more than a piece of who he will be.

Tomorrow was a death sentence,

A gift he wanted to return for market price self-worth.

 

I sat hunched, thought lost in me.

My friend would say I’m praying;

But if so, it’s the praying the Sky did after it invented

Storm clouds to fit in, but then forgot how to make a sunset.

 

They will be the future:

The choices that will each have to be

Unmade,

And then meticulously shown how to walk again,

Barely able to keep pace with ourselves.

 

They will keep on running from themselves,

Chasing after their hopes and dreams and tails,

All the way until their fears catch up with them,

And make them:

Into you and me.

© 2009 Jackson Krauss Blind Painter


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Jackson Krauss Blind Painter
Jackson Krauss Blind Painter

Albuquerque, NM



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