Love Hate Nepenthean

 

So here I am, and I stand

Amongst the lost leaves of Fall.

And as I stare into the murky water

Flooding at my feet, I see my lost beginning,

My former, recovered world…

My mirror image, obscured by Earth’s dust which

Reflects only the ominous clouds and nothing,

            A nothing formed and destroyed from nothing,

            A void found within a hollow space of searching…

            For nothing.

The sun’s mocking face hides from it.

Black or white, the moon remains lost as well.

But even as my glance is broken from it

The leaves dare not flow away on winds so gentle

From me.

I fear for these brothers of mine, yet they fear not for me,

For no such trepidation could be known to them,

As it is to me,

When they will always know only an end

By their lovers’ sincere hands.

"And death shall have no dominion,

Though lovers be lost love shall not,"

But life will have hers, her dominion,

And she is most unmerciful.

 

So here I am, and I glance

            Upon these lost lovers of life, the damned.

            Upon these givers, these abandoned, these unrequited.

            Upon these brothers of mine, smiling a crack in the glass,

 

All, the vintage illusion of a nothing.