Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Hermia in Darkness

The sky is black,
Like your heart,
Maybe it’s grey,
I don’t know.
It’s been a long time since I felt your love,
Or even the tiniest semblance of it

The forest is dark,
There are strange voices, laughing and jeering,
Locked in your mind.
There is nothing to help you hope for salvation
Only the thought of who you once were.

You remember the day that stole your light
How can you not, when you work all year to forget it?
It forced you to cross-examine all your memories,
And damn yourself in an offhand way.
I wish you could laugh.
You’re so much prettier, when you’re not falling apart.

He was your angel,
The one with the light smile
The one who sang melodies and doted on your eccentricities
He softened you with kindness, letting your guard down.
But now that he has completed take-off, you are back in uniform
Campaigning for cruelty

Don’t cry for him jaded darling.
We’re all doomed just a little.
Can’t we make the best of it?
Or shall we repent and die?

Will your heart open its ventricles to peace?
Or how shall the shoulders of justice carry you?
Don’t wait until the dawn to confess your secrets.
It is already much too late.

2 Comments:

Blogger Lorena said...

WOW, this is intensely powerful and beautiful. such soothing words of inspiration for a broken spirit.

"back in uniform
Campaigning for cruelty"
i love this imagery.

great writing sirbarrett :)!!!

9:23 PM  
Blogger transience said...

i would love to hear you read this out loud.

10:16 PM  

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