poems to the lost

flatlines.

i was without passion or light or simpleminded peace

charged to seek sparks that substained my existance

for no less than a moment ,no more than a breath

upon which i drew proof of life.

a common rythem found in all my seconds,

and situations void of sudden treaths or illness

haunt me,taunt me , disturb me and force me

to question my existance.

venom

to that world she ownes in the far horizon

to that drifting island floating westwards 

almost out of sight and more so out of reach

i forced myself in that direction

trough oceans and creatures and shadows

trough blindness and fear and destruction

to the shore where my headstone stands carved

all to hear that uncommon beat.

pulses

she stood at the centre of her crumbeling city 

where broken stone curtiously round her fell

when within her reach, her gaze her radiance

i noticed the dagger she held to her heart

my hands attempted to redirect her blade

but my arms  pulled her towards me

a soft embrace, a tearing pain

allowed the blade to pierce my chest.

and find the dead and cold beneath.

instantly the crumbling stopped ,the dust cleared

and i felt an uncommon rythem in my chest

that traveled from her heart to mine

and for a moment without doubt

and a breath taken in absolute peace

 we found life.

Reviews

[Stanley Wilson]

cracking poem really enjoyed it

[samuel foxtrot]

thanks....glad you did