Mourning Rhyme

I try to steer away from rhyme when I write, in fact I will intentionally throw a word into a line and throw off the rhythm just to avoid it. I write with a very definite rhythm though, a pace, almost musical and I can't deny that. So this morning, while mourning, I just let all the rhymes do their thing and they got busy for this one.

I know you wish for me to disappear

but I am still here

stained in the ink

of that tiny wink

in the time that it took

and the single exhale of the last look

it was destined somehow to be

that you and me

would simply pass on the way

be tossed away

on the side of some dusty road

you have been lightened of this load

but I still carry with me

in a knapsack so no one sees

the words that you said

so many times as I bled

the sound of your voice

I cannot drown out the noise

it creeps up my spine

and I am hopelessly entwined

in a memory of nothing

or was it something

you would only commit to no

but those words still echo

the truth that rang out

in those 12 hours of doubt

when you said is it real?

when you said, I feel

but gone and distant

those words now haunt

the site of the wound stings

and the pain that it consistently brings

the damage done to my heart

the resulting works of art

the cost of bearing it all

when the result is just to fall

at the feet of mistakes made

in the eye of the devil jade

the jealous contempt of loss

and the inability to toss

this all into the raging sea

it has simply become a part of me~

The Game ~ Evolve

sleep was like some sort of game last night

a kind of “catch me if you can”.

from this pain in my head and the crick in my neck

I’m not very good at this game.

I know somewhere I heard a voice saying,

“tag, it’s your turn to play”.

but the sleep that should have been my reward

was not going to have its day.

I kept seeing over and over

things becoming very dark.

shadows playing with light

like a strobe light, stop and start.

there were figures whose form floated eerily

over me where I lay.

and sounds that were not exactly soothing

with far too much to say.

I kept drifting off slowly and then with a twitch

becoming conscious again.

and then there was that blinding question

what the hell am I doing?

this adventure that looms before me

though mystical as it seems.

could also be seen as folly

running off chasing dreams.

into the smoky mountains

where the trees have been known to sing.

I want to hear them talk to me

maybe they have the answers I need.

I’m chasing something that has no name

trying to find one for myself.

I’m tired of the one I’ve been called by.

it’s time to become someone else.

perhaps be defined by the leaves on the trees

and then as they fall to the ground.

with season’s change and life as it moves

evolve~ that has a nice sound.

my aching head is still foggy

and the words are falling out of my mouth.

spilling themselves all over me

but I can clearly make them out.

fear, unsure, unsteady, afraid,

timid, lonely and scared.

it’s almost like taking roll call

the familiar players all there.

the game is about to begin again

are you ready? count to three.

cover your eyes with both hands

and then go seek among the trees~