Celestial: Poems

86 · Sep 2020

The Itch

Celestial Sep 2020

The Itch

It is my Itch
Chip
Cold
THING on my shoulder.
Gripping it like a skeletal
Deathly
Dark
HAND of prosperity.
Pushing and pulling in hasty
Everlasting
Errored
DIRECTIONS for this life.
Making it the joyless
Frustrating
Fretful
ROAD I travel on.

Ungrateful words

84 · Oct 2020

Sigh

Celestial Oct 2020

Sigh

Adults get an excuse from their childhood.
Children are not excused from "their" adulthood.

81 · Nov 2020

Away

Celestial Nov 2020

Away

The cold hole in my chest is returning.
How do I treat this yearning?
To you I can not be turning.

You told me so.
I can no longer be your doe?
How far must I go?

As far as I walked,
We still talked.
Then my heart you locked.

The present makes me bitter.
I'm thinking of a quitter.
This is useless chitter.

So I still wait,
On your open gate.
This will be my fate.

77 · Sep 2020

Jumping Now

Celestial Sep 2020

Jumping Now

Why am I to be saved?
The nothingness I produce,
Could never measure to,
The love I have received.
Knowing all choices made.
The worth always questioned.
Middle ground ending in no man's land?
What's infront of me but a void of,
Decisions.

70 · 19h

The Cycle Repeats

Celestial 19h

The Cycle Repeats

A redundancy,
I smell disdain.
No escape from the pungency.
A failure to break the chain.

A hole grows,
Inside while only one knows.
You, the keeper,
of the inner weeper.

Why wasn't there a difference?
No time to change?
A guess made from inference.
With 10 years, how strange.

#love #time #heart #eyes #life #mind #left #people #soul #pain

67 · Sep 2020

Light

Celestial Sep 2020

Light

So nice to have met you...
Here you see only this,
In the void darkness creates.
Wishing to be warm,
This moves around.
Can you feel warmth around you?
Or is it a cone of perspective, drawing.
Knowing the ever changing nature,
I fear the touch.
Letting it linger above me,
I waste to dust below.

— The End —