In a field under the stars he lay. Thanatoid, devoid of any earthly remorse or love. The years had passed him by unkindly, the name on his stone now so weathered and marked by decay that one could scarcely make out it's etching on the slab.
It was winter. The unbearable oppressive air hung thick in the trees when he awoke. His eyes, surely frozen shut, struggled to open. But he lay still. Awake, but not alive. And there was no order to his thoughts, a jumble of images from the life of another man.
So he lay still.
And the statues kept watch.
Years passed. Seasons fell away. It was winter once more. His eyes final
It starts with a dream
A bite, stolen sweet
Tart, with rosemary,
A side of soft cream.
It ends with a crash,
The dark and disaster,
A crumbling consumer
Of our laden stash.
For life will devour
All things that we love,
It's hunger, our hunger,
We fill up our plates
As we feast at its feet.
But thyme, unlike time,
Will not cure what's inside.
The bittersweet poison
A sprinkling of seasons,
Turns winter to fall
And masticates reason.
Through each wretched bite
We pass on our venom,
Like serpents we strike
As we tear in with zeal,
As though our consumption
Could draw out more flesh
From the picked over bones
Of a leftover meal.
Trepidation slides my hand
Across the sheets to feel her touch
But loneliness erupts a gush
My heart, a fallout shelter's hush.
The bleak design of falling snow
Is patterned lightly cross her neck
As if to laugh and mock the flow
Of blood that once coursed under it.
I've walked the wastelands far and wide
And searched the kingdoms of the sea
Though no forgiveness comes from lies
And oceans of regret won't free.
My choices made were always owned
Mistakes and other banishments
Decrees and vows not bought, but loaned
To me, were barely ever meant.
The Last Defense by JustAnotherWeekend, literature
Literature
The Last Defense
In ice I shield my temperament
From those whose throes give me lament
As if my pain were palpable or filament
For empty spaces, darker places
lonely demons, heart hell-bent
To find a love to call their own
Though nothing could be further rent
From what they'll do to garner it.
I gathered all my love and lust
And other feelings, full in rust
But could not bother to maintain
A heartbeat in me more than vain
For all I wanted, truly lost,
Was never to me worth the cost
Of slowly dying, never crying,
Though all my soul within was trying
To dredge some semblance of remembrance
Of the way I felt so long ago.
But sitting here, my memories darke
They feed the fire, our yesterdays
Their faces mangled by the flames
Curling up, they burn away
Till nothing but their ashes lay
Her face, so fallow in the grave
Upturned by churning earth and clay
No more the visage I had known
But twisted like a roadmap, paved.
I turned and left the fire to burn
Choking down a laugh, or tears
Not sure if either was a lesson learned
But bridges burned were my worst fears
I left in hopes that she'd return
Though knowing better,
Both would burn.
I knew once what it was to feel fire
Twisting madly, the infinite gyre
Softly it beat, as I rose to my feet
Dragging me into the pyre.
I once drew breath in the ocean
Drinking deep its briny potion
But when I awoke, I found I had choked
Fighting the current for motion.
They buried me once in the ground
Thirty feet deep, a funeral mound
Man, were they shocked when I lifted the rocks
And scattered them running around.
I once knew how to feel fear,
Trembling softly, but shedding no tear.
My heart was a quake as it started to shake,
And tumbled me right off the pier.
I think I once was alive,
Waiting and hoping for you to arrive,
When they t
Dragons twist in ethereal planes
Grasping ghostly skeletal claws
They snake and writhe as if in pain
Snapping shut their withered maws
On ashen prey, they get their fill
And rise to drag them on to fly
Held aloft by force of will
Their life spans seconds till they die
Erupting from the molten top
They draw their breath from deep inside
And though they're doomed they cannot stop
Or slow the pacing of the tide.
One final time, they'll take their flights
Before the tower no longer lights.
I filled my world with words and works
That knew no warmth and felt no life
I heard no voice that shone so bright
As those in ink that saw no light.
Alone, I sketched my future dark
Beneath a lamp I wrote these words
That told me more than anyone could
And longed for truth only love could impart.
But I'm not sure I could even endure
The moment of peace that silence ensures
When chaos burns brighter than anything could
I could only stand by and watch as it fell
And toppled the buildings I'd hidden myself in
Till all that was left was the ashes of homes
Where no one could breathe and no one could call
But I walked towards the light at the end o
A heartless light that burns above,
And rain bleeds upon the ground.
I searched the sky to find God's love,
Though birds and bugs were all I found.
If somewhere in the darkened heaven
Or in the depths of stormy Earth
Exists the cure to weakness given
I know not how to judge its worth.
For in this life our time is fleeting
And lends not to a journey long,
And every breath a wasted greeting
Spent longing after tonics strong.
So if the search yields no elixirs
Before our bodies waste away
Through empty glasses and chased mixers
The Reaper we'll not keep at bay.