The Darkest Light

hopelessly waiting 

for a sign that we can fix this mess

staring into a light, tonight

the reaper’s come to collect 

Rays tremble beneath a coat of gloom , one suddenly escapes.

It dances across the room with no fear, 

it jumps off of the furniture and hauls up the stairs;

pressing each of its digits against the wood grain panel

it counts each imperfection in an impartial gaze.

In astonishment it leaps from the window to the grass below

wriggling each toe as if to clench tightly to the earth itself.

Valuing each breath for its worth, a soul left pure without a curse

but in an instant it is gone, and it is grey again. 

Each toe gently lets lose from the ground, as if coerced.

Each breath haunted, a gasp is held for fear of failure

and for the moment the light is lost, silenced for the now.

If you’re reading this, which most likely you are not, then I’d like to introduce you to what will become a poetry and other random short prose blog. Don’t like it, Don’t follow it. 

The paper crunches below the weight

digitally manipulated and budding with possibilities

a mental escape.

The grind, the twist, the flame 

Each tenderly trusted tar ball 

blends carefully with the lungs walls 

restoring a momentary relief

Where the spine meets the brain stem

flooding a field which bears no crops 

scorching an earth that brings no prosperity

freezing frames and blurring days.