Ian Dankowski

Ian Dankowski Nov 2020

Endings

Life is a terminal disease
A birth defect that is inescapable
there is no treatment, no cure

Broken down unable to continue
The fight is an uphill battle
Yet the hill is ever-growing
An unobtainable peak

And we fight
We strive for the top knowing it doesn't exist
A helping hand pulling you along the way
Wishing you never stop

Together the fight is easy, seamless almost
But one day there will be no hand
Endings are inevitable
And goodbyes are a disease

-Endings

Ian Dankowski Nov 2020

The boy

An unpeaked emerald mansion in the background
Hidden away in his prereferral
Memories of piebald skies and sapphire crested seas
Inequivalent in size and purpose the boy is hidden.

Yearning to be needed by our mother
Attempting to be lost in the right places
Never quite enough but an overburden
Of too much

Running off to a hidden home undivided
By the grasp of them
Fearing descent into a relentless tomb

Alone the boy has nothing but his ideas
Lonely but not alone with an
Unfounded idea of weakness and
Unwillingness for fear
Feeling incomparable and insignificant
Looking at what else is out there

The stars
Arent they beautiful?
A shame, He'll never meet them.

-The Boy

Ian Dankowski Nov 2020

Upon my return

There are tales of a thrilling adventure
among the highest pillowy mountains
deep in the fuzziest caves
where movie soundtracks are drowned
in constant giggles

There are songs of a laughter
only heard by the most daring explorers
a laughter of absolute uncontrol
turning unwillingly into the cutest snorting

the smell of comfort loomed from spattered candles
unable to warm the air as intensely as their love
yet everything is temporary
adventures must come to an end
candles must be blown out
and pillow forts must be cleaned up

until their king and queen return
to rebuild what had been torn down.

-Upon my return

— The End —