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No
Too comfortable,
when they're asking things of you.
Put a firm foot down.
I'm torn by life.
Don't want to live forever.
Yet it's death I fear.
I can’t bring myself to drink

The last drop from the

The last glass of

The last bottle of wine from

The last time we saw each other.

It was for us
Not for me alone.
Now it lies almost empty
Drained of everything it had
Lost to impatience and failure.
Wake sleeper
From dreaming comfort
Stay the knife
From turning in your heart.

Lift your legs
Move off your plinth
Feel the rust
Lift off your weary bones

Pained dreamer
Move along with effort
Feel the strife
But rejoin the world in part
Some days the body does not wish to move from bed. The dreaming world feels preferable to the real one.
“Maybe someday”

Those are the words you used
Now branded on my heart.

Was that meant to be a comfort
A question not now but not when.

Turn the time into effort
The fog between us diffused.

Hope, return again
And then will we never part.
Exploring a maze in the fog
Unpredictable turns,
Dead ends creep up with no notice.
A larger opening, more peaceful;
Some unknown garden waits ahead.

A place to sit and for a time
Find peace among the plants.
Leave something, gain more.

Eventually some urge forces
The traveler along their journey.
Ever older, ever forward
Winding toward some
Other unknown garden.
The trail has ended
The journey done
Tired and exhausted

Return to the start
Leave for another trail
Or begin again with renewed heart

Or stay at the top
Enjoy the view
Take the chance to stop

Before continuing along
A path our own
Through woods where we belong.
Perhaps
moon
had been
hiding
something.
she loved
once
it hollowed
her, she
poured
herself out
into the
dark
left her
body bare,
and we
call it light.
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