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Chris Thomas Aug 2023
100
The last 100 sunrises
The last 100 sunsets
Barely scratch the surface
Of the story we have written

The full road has been twisted
With perilous curves
Jarring speed bumps
And even a collision or two

But these last 100
Are now my favorite chapter
Because we finally collided
The way we were always supposed to
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
Abigail, I don't know what is left to say
My words have come unraveled, and meticulously undone
I slipped off my boots here in Amsterdam
To be something, somewhere, someone

I spent six weeks staring at these surly walls
You became the chorus of my melodious lays
I felt homeless in that dreary, empty room
No dreams in bright colors, only nightmares of grey

Still, I wish you hadn't noticed me standing there
I regret how my faithless eyes danced across you
While trying my hand at simple clarity
You disappeared from my field of view

Abigail, I failed as my father's son
Shadows followed me, by day and by night
I savored each twilight kiss we shared
But from this westward pedestal, at last, I must alight

It's true, we share a common vigor
But the disparity of our song is audible
Don't fret, my love, for time has not yet ceased
And the space between is a meager obstacle

I will carry your light within me
Because the darkness is just a parasite
Our orbit is forever decaying
But our legacy has now taken flight

Abigail, I know I won't arrive in time
To witness you emerge from your chrysalis
But delay not, for you are beautifully outlined
And it's past time for our past to be dismissed
Chris Thomas Nov 2016
She is delicate but stronger than you
You squander every chance at her trust
A boy is not a man in this world
Until he learns to temper his lust

Thoughtless words don't always
Fall on deaf ears
A mother says "think before you speak,"
And "Son, be wise beyond your years"

But you break every word and every heart
That you can fit underneath your feet
She cares, but you repay it
With heavy hands and affairs discreet

There must be some satisfaction
Some macabre endgame that you seek
She sacrificed every song, every dream
To birth child with bruises on her cheeks

Her fractures run deeper than the bone
You capricious stupid cur
She slips on sunglasses and grips the steering wheel
Every moment after is all a blur
Chris Thomas Apr 2017
Arsonist!

Cold, you fanned flames into my stationary heart
Hover close, and don't move so quickly
I can't escape the realization that I need my scars
Leafing through the scattered ashes for a reason
Loving you through more than warm seasons
In event of disaster, scurry back to where you feel safe
Nevermind me, I am only here to
Garrison your defenses and save you from me

Fear what you don't know
I could never chase blizzards while I'm burning
Raiding fortresses with a simple stare
Every word, every machine, where your heart used to be
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
With a brown knapsack
And a hurricane
I'm off to Adelaide

With cancerous pride
And veins of silver
She's off to Adelaide

With a salvaged heart
And a fork in the road
We arrive in Adelaide

With an overdue embrace
And a shadow of guilt
We are one in Adelaide
Chris Thomas Jul 2017
All the vultures
Starving for attention
Hovering here
No sense of direction

Mist of sorrow
Hints at horizon's doom
Wisp of smoke
Carries me from room to room

Aerial afterthoughts
Come before the contrition
These lofty watered wishes
Lack all inhibition

Feet I've hardened
And wings I've torn
Dimly-lit dreams I've squandered
And delicate hands I've worn

So here I stand, more devastated
More drained of empathy
And more unsettled
Than I have any right to be
Chris Thomas Mar 2023
The aftermath of yesterday
Is just today
A million times over

The aftermath of today
Is just tomorrow
And tomorrow is not promised

The aftermath of tomorrow
Is just yesterday again
Because yesterday is my home
Chris Thomas Apr 2016
She is aimless.
He is distracted.
I am imperfect.
We all pour salt in our ***** wounds.

She is gravity.
He is weightless.
I am destitute.
Just a scream lost in the vacuum.

She is deliverance.
He is patient.
I am astray.
Forever a breath that stains the salty air.

She is aimless.  
He is distracted.
I am imperfect.
Still a coward lurking in bravery's lair.
Chris Thomas Apr 2018
With my shoelaces untied
I'm always falling short
Short of you
Short of yesterday
Short of tomorrow

So, I reach down to tie them
Yet, I am still falling short
Short of my destiny
Short of my reasons
Short of my ankles

With illusion cast aside
I understand why I have fallen short
I am aimless
I am distracted
I am imperfect

But, I'm not reaching anymore
Chris Thomas Jun 2022

I used to think I was a star
Sitting all alone in the universe
Burning through the fuel in my reservoir
Granting wishes upon those who gazed

But now it has become clearer

That I am more of a comet
Nary a clue to my destiny
Just careening recklessly through space
Leaving a trail of frigidity behind

Yet always,
Dreaming about that marvelous collision
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
Where the concrete ends
And my insanity begins
There are drab reminders of failures
And sorrows that drift towards the sea
Hate means everything
And love means nothing
Neither live in this broken harbor
And neither care about my fate

Anchors away
A way to drown
Beneath the current of my dreams
And the weight of her smile
Shame means everything
And fame means nothing
Neither take the sadness from my hands
And neither will save me anymore
Chris Thomas Jan 2022

So I furl my brow, again
And curtly interrupt the beating within my chest
I thrash right through these fragile memories
That serve as hostesses to unwelcome guests

I remain anchored
And tethered to the obsolete

She sails across my empty sea
On currents capable of avarice and beyond
I fester within spirits of my own design
That in my youth, were once brilliantly spawned

With blissful candor
I weather her bitter deceit
Chris Thomas Jul 2021
I'm standing on the horizon line
Peeking back at the yellow brick road
Their eyes are transfixed upon me
And yesterday seems so out of reach

Hesitation grips my footsteps
Recalling this past of flying colors
From the birth of my blues
To the death of lavender lullabies

Secret doors explode open
Along these sunrises and sunsets
I feel each tender ***** of the needle
I slumber in pieces, yet never in peace

Waterways of indigo and dandelion
Sweep stubborn hands away from harm
Skies of silver and harmony
Pull stubborn feet off unsolid ground

I watch tangerine dreams freefall
And the octaves in my soul follow suit
I am impaled by future's rusty blade
Crimson bleeds out and radiance dissolves

Tomorrow tastes more and more bitter
The more it drips onto my tongue
Grey washes over everything I have ever been
And I turn to face a life undone
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
Shallow beauty lingers
In these simple tears along the fabric
Frosted hearts no longer beating
Broken seasons no longer static
Revered footsteps echo
Like the faintest of dying whispers
Open my mouth to utter nonsense
Venomous voices sound like blisters
We are granite and gravity
Stepping stones to greener pastures
Bass and treble evolved as one
An aria of glass on the brink of fracture
Glancing over a shoulder
To sing of subterfuge and serenity
Drop your octaves, and drop your weapons
We bear arms to prove our empathy
Chris Thomas May 2016
Steady me
Steady my hand fast
This is collusion
Between my future and past

Four walls
Four walls closing in
This is claustrophobia
Smothered by the man within

Scratch marks
Scratch marks adorn the ceiling
This is desperation
To escape a hopeless feeling

Drops of daylight
Drops of daylight peer through the cracks
Is this overambition?
Or another panic attack?

Liberator
Liberator, don't leave me paralyzed
Quell this nebulous thunderstorm
And help my spirit to arise
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
No happenstance
No sweetness
Just ashes falling like the greyest snow
Her silent war
Her lavender eyes
Squinting at brightness the sun only knows

If time had no enemies
Would we still fight for one more day?
Or would the compass we've buried
Still point to our dark and desperate ways?

No heartbeat
No breath
Just ashes covering my tired face
Her sequins
Her beauty
Torn from a soul made out of lace
Ask
Chris Thomas Jun 2016
Ask
It's funny how I turn a corner
The same way I turn a page
At breakneck speeds
Where the signs, like words, are all a blur

This place is a foreign land
But my blisters are now my passport
I ask only that you stand aside
And let me face it on my own

It's as scathing as a bitter stare
But I will endure this endless reproach  
I ask only that you stand aside
And remember me for how I was before
Chris Thomas Mar 2017
The mind is a terrible place to live
Full of musty air
Brittle furniture
And a screen door riddled with holes

Draped along the crown molding
Rest moldy memories
The shadows of mistakes
And chipped paint from tempests long ago

The bedroom is where she lies
But not everywhere that she lied
Empty as before
And empty as it will always be

The hallway where the walls collapsed
Where the claustrophobia sets in
Where echoes once rang
Where silence now has lease

The mind is a terrible place to live
Full of wasted years
Padlocked rooms
And a basement where the darkness sleeps
Chris Thomas Apr 2016
Cumbersome, this game of cat and mouse
You are a kind of wonder I know nil about
My audition is odd and barely audible
Drowning in tears of all my previous tragedies

Careful, you could hear a pin drop
As loud as sandbags falling upon the stage
Somewhere in the orchestra, a lonesome bow
Drags itself across cello strings tethered to my heart

The cherub with the harp is silent
But her echoes scale the room with glory undefined
Shameless, I am down to my final act
For the heart of the heroine, is an encore away
Chris Thomas May 2017
What is relevant?
Am I?
The guardian of my world and its core?
Defender of my lies and my saline?
Protector of my secrets and my dreams?
Or does my immobile body lie still?
Still as a fallen tree, years after erosion

What is comfortable?
Am I?
With the innocence that I victimize?
With the harvests that I destroy?
With the choices that murmur their doubts?
Or do my bones creak with malaise?
Locked into place like a villain at the end

What is everlasting?
Am I?
With a court of misconceived notions?
My mortality held in question?
The bevy of epithets dispersed in my honor?
Or does the realm erode with every misdeed?
Cracking from the strain of my imprudence

What is fallacious?
Am I?
The sayer of nays from a golden throne?
Baseless breaker of laws and hearts alike?
Miscreant traitor of my own kin?
Or is this truth aching for the surface?
Like a seedling stretching out for the sun
Ava
Chris Thomas Apr 2018
Ava
Ava dwells on imperfections
Wishing an iron could be made
Perfect enough to smooth them out

Ava dreams in seven colors
If only to escape the void
If only to dance freely for a while

Ava doesn't flinch at the medication
She curls a lip and smiles
As she dangles feet in crystal waters

Ava misses her auburn hair,
But misses the salt of the ocean more
The one place she calls home

Ava possesses the courage
Of armies ten thousand strong
Yet, no one hears her battle cries

Ava's heartbeat may finally cease
Before sunrise, before breakfast
But her love won't fade anytime soon


.
Chris Thomas Aug 2017
Etching a legacy
In things harder than stone
A brittle and frail reminder
To sieve the soul from the bone
Uttering the wrong word
Can bring a man certain death
With his mortality in question
Like shriveling baby's breath
He stamps out his detractors
With sharp swords, and a sharper tongue
His history intoned by the fall of night
On the edge of a future, forever unsung
Chris Thomas Sep 2017
I set my pen down
To watch the sunrise
Staring at me through folds of clouds
I glimpsed visions of my children
Dancing along the horizon
Like butterflies across the meadow
I felt a kind of humming
Deep within my chest
Made of baritone and brokenness
And soon, the realization set in
That my softly-beating heart
Was simply strumming at tight strings
Creating melodies of yesterday
Improvising the pain yet to come
And saving room for an encore
So, I picked my pen up
From the cedar-scented table
And once more, spilled my broken soul
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
Bright lights beckon
Whispers draw like siren song
The vagueness of this horizon
Pulls at strings
I never knew were attached

I hear the rumble
Of my heart across the ocean
The impatience of this existence
Tears at chains
I know all too well were attached

But I can't stay here anymore
I no longer want this point of view
The urge for motion
Is growing far stronger
Than the gravity in this town
Chris Thomas May 2016
Serpents in the undergrowth
Slithering and slithering
My heart has mutated from the venoms

I'm no longer king of my castle
I'm no longer ruler of my facets
I'm just debased, polluted, paralyzed

In the belly of the beast
Writhing and writhing
The decay of my soul is expedited

I'm no longer the guardian of my gates
I'm no longer the sire of my court
I'm just devoured, absorbed, obtuse
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
I have all this patience, but not a song to sing
Flying through roaming clouds of mystery
I have all this latitude, but without longitude
I am destined to crash
Sadly, you will never know the severity

I travel all this way, but not for spoils or gold
Just the unknown and the hope of disillusionment
I have no control over bearings
Nor have I ever before today
My comfort rests in all things turbulent

I cast shadows on the ground, larger as I descend
My course has no hope of straightening
I carry no haste with me in this collapse
To endure this breaking fate
I just watch my birth and death intertwining
Chris Thomas Mar 2017
I know this pain will last
Far beyond tomorrow's atmosphere
Because this paper-thin skin of mine
Keeps far more in than will ever escape

I want to hide beneath these grey skies
I want to hide beneath black feathers
Because this paper-thin skin of mine
Is just a wound away from breaking

I press my heart up against the glass
And shatter the world with a single heartbeat
Because this paper-thin skin of mine
Is just a puncture away from bleeding

I want to stand beneath these parapets
I want to stand beneath salvation
Because this paper-thin skin of mine
Is just a sunrise away from burning

Pull up a chair and dream next to me
Cover violet bruises from violent love
Because this paper-thin skin of ours
Is just a bruise away from yielding
Chris Thomas Mar 2017
Family values,
Sold on the black market
Five dollars for a segue from the chorus
Of a baby's happy first words
To the tears caused by daddy's final vice

Compromise,
The loft where secrets sleep
Parrying words with shields of skin
Tethering dreams to a fencepost in the lawn
To keep them from the clouds in the distant sky

Life escapes,
Like the air from a balloon
It erodes like a weathered mountain
All the lights are on in a three-story house
But everyone's home and drowning

In the dark.
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
Wretched
The stains of red seep deeper
And deeper within my soul
Befitting that it would come to this
As my colors erode
And my heaven explodes

Terrified
Balancing on a highwire
Raised ever higher
Westerly winds and a scarecrow's smile
Cause a bleach to rain
And lovesick ignorance to feign

Granted
Take me there and leave
Every splotch of innocence
Shrouds me in handwoven temptations
Save me from all their comfortable lies
Save me from becoming a dead man's prize
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
So you say there's nothing wrong
With a little blissful ignorance
Where steps we've taken are blissful
And ones we've mistaken are ignorant

Leave it to us to find imbalance
While carrying the weight of the world
No regard for the avalanche we've started
With silent stares and broken dreams

I think there's something wrong
With this blissful ignorance
You pay no mind to the way we languish
Cracking beneath these heavy footsteps
Chris Thomas Jul 2016
When you lay down
In a swamp disguised as a queen-sized bed
Everything is magnified, and mystified
Dreams stray every which way from here
In these broken and calloused lives
We take devils as wives, and use glances as knives
Turning our heads to needless massacres

When the lights grow dim
We find blood in the wishing well
Every savior is synthesized, and desensitized
A fleeting infancy in exchange for plodding demise
It's time to deny captors pleasure from pain
Because blood rusts chains, and covers us in rain
No longer bound by the rules of the world
Chris Thomas Apr 2018
Once, back when
you
were just a whisper
on my
bated breath
I spilled my heart
across
this marble floor
And you,
in all your
splendor
Watched
as rivulets of me
my blood
my passion
my reasons
Ran as wild as
the Yangtze
Seeping ever slowly
into crevices
That no one else
will ever
clean
Chris Thomas Jul 2016
Borrowed time.
It's easier to digest when it chokes you before you swallow.
Faceless and undefined.
That's all I am.
That's all I'll ever be.

No.
I will not.
I will not waver.
I will not waver from my purpose.

Circumstances.
They prevent me from patronizing the man in the mirror.
The mirror insults back.
Far better than I do.
Because he's far better than I've come to be.

No.
I will not.
I will not destroy.
I will not destroy the foundation of all I've become.

Petty.
It's so very petty of me to begrudge a man his prize.
I should walk away.
I should have bolted the door years ago.
Tossed the key into the deepest abyss.

No.
I will not.
I will not retrace.
I will not retrace the steps that led me to you.
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
"You have rendered me useless, world!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
His arms flail about as he sinks beneath
The implicitness in the error of his ways

"This gain is no longer worth the pain!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
The clouds break like porcelain
Piercing his flesh with drops of his deity

"Terrors of the light, be free of me now!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
Encumbered shoulders unknot themselves
And the depths swallow him, to be made anew
Chris Thomas May 2016
The cold glance of your eyes
Tells a story I've heard several times before
And of all the moments I've been frozen
It seems the past just won't erase
Or at the least ******* get warmer

Because bombs are funny things
They explode when you most, and least, expect them
And in all this friendly fire
And the sharpest of barbs that we've traded
It's clear that there's a bounty on my head

We tiptoe through these tripwires
Falling for these faceless and withered phantoms
And of all the nights we've been at war
And all the mornings the sirens chime
This is finally where my heart dies out
Chris Thomas May 2016
I am innocent, so I run
Their pursuits are foolhardy
I catch briers
On my clothes
On my flesh
On my soul

At last I stumble into a clearing
My lungs expand like a supernova
Senses disconnect one by one
Losing my sight
My taste
My smell

I collapse into oblivion
The memories blur like salt and water
An aching rises
In my stomach
In my chest
In my throat

Gather them around now
This spectacle grows like dandelions
The guillotine is being sharpened
But I am still innocent
And I am still running
Therefore, I am still free
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
His body is lifeless, but
The endeavor wasn't completely fruitless
He sees a strand of hair on the pillow
It belongs to her
The one
That ****** one who dared trespass
On a heart the way only a woman can
He watched as she set ablaze
Every fire from east to west
Every fire from heaven to hell

He gently sets the pace, but
By the look that travels across her face
He knows that he's not so bulletproof
As he thought he'd be
As he used to be
That ****** one who dared take a shot
On a heart the way only a woman can
He watched as his blood spilled out
Every drop from heart to floor
Every drop at love's closing door
Chris Thomas Aug 2016
He wants to sail to the stars
Grab onto heaven's gate on his way by
Yet he burns with anger
Love no longer orbits his heart anymore

The words, like meteors, fall from his careless mouth
There's no comet's tail to ride on anymore
For he's burning with anger
In a world where no one can hear him scream

The dust of his dreams loiters aimlessly
Adrift in the vacuum of everything
And he has finally burned out with anger
A brilliant supernova fading into black
Chris Thomas Apr 2017
If you bury me with my secrets
A diamond may finally sprout
From beyond the grave, in this self-centered age
These brittle bones will dig their way out

I started this lovesick revolution
By simply stumbling out the front door
But now terrors unspeakable
Are seeping beneath this rotting floor

If you bury me with my secrets
Only an earthquake will set it free
From beyond the grave, I'll still turn the page
Bleeding like notes from a symphony

I carried the fears of a thousand men
Walking the line between life and death
These nightmares unthinkable
Erase everything but my breath
Chris Thomas Jul 2017
The power of pain is ungoverned
As faith slowly bleeds out
Children transfixed and mesmerized
While cannons cauterize our wounds

Mother moon, over hills and lakes
Eyelids can't resist the weight
Arms vanquished and immobilized
As dawn breaks our last awakening

By splendor's dying light
Treason has spoiled meager hearts
Eyes squinting and crestfallen
We are but a fraction of this mutinous crew

For our deaths may be inevitable
And our honor may be unenviable
But betrayal blinks and relapses
As shield and sword seed the earth
Chris Thomas Dec 2021
The power of pain remains ungoverned
While the currency of faith slowly bleeds out
Children, transfixed and mesmerized
Watch cannons cauterize our wounds

Mother moon, cresting over hill and lake
Reflections can no longer resist the weight
Arms, vanquished and immobilized
As dawn breaks our last awakening

By splendor's dying light
Treason has spoiled our meager hearts
Eyes, squinted and crestfallen
We are but a fraction of this mutinous crew

For our deaths may be inevitable
And our honor may be unenviable
Betrayal, blinks and relapses
While sword and shield seed the earth
Chris Thomas Dec 2020
I know that I am the reason
Behind my pain
My suffering
My loneliness

But yesterday has set forth in motion
A dream
A new dream
A better dream

One that brings a measured cadence
To my voice
To my song
To my existence

So now the stitches that I have sewn
Will no longer tear
When tugged
Or when stretched

And the world will rest at peace
With the spirit within
Me.  Myself.
And my soul.
Chris Thomas Apr 2017
Hard candy on her tongue
A sweet salvation
On another day clinging to sleep
It rolls around
Then dissolves away
Tickling at senses now long numb

A wilted iris in her eyes
Mere days away from bloom
In a field where colors melt in the sun
They are blown about
Then dissolve away
Saturating scars that sprout here every year

Soft pillows on her head
A clever distraction
From the thoroughfare of men
They breathe hello
Then dissolve away
Leaving a sour and bitter aftertaste

String puppets in her hands
A disembodied redemption
In a heroine's games of right and wrong
They flail about
Then dissolve away
With an austere smile, she clips the tethers
Chris Thomas Jul 2021
It often feels as though I was never meant
To be the man that I have stubbornly become;

It often seems more likely that at one time,
During my checkered past,
I laid in wait in the foliage,
Sprung a makeshift trap,
Subdued one of my pursuers,

And assumed their identity

It would be one of the few logical explanations
For why I consistently sabotage my own path;

Retreating to my sanctuary,
Setting up tripwires around every corner,
Poisoning my sole water source,
Setting up sensors around my heart,
Camouflaging the exposed crimson,

And stalling for time that I no longer own
Why do I still daydream about the ending
When the beginning is far from written?
Chris Thomas Apr 2016
Upon releasing my grasp on my childhood fears
I turn them over to the quartermaster
A burly fellow exhibiting a sneer with no rival
And as I watch, he packs them tightly in duplicity's pouch

The walk back down these stairs made of rotting ash
Is now much more precarious than I remember
For time is traveling at such dizzying speeds
That my balance has become flimsy in its disrepair

Despite the rapping of nightmare's hands at my door
I saunter over in stupor to let unwelcome guests inside
Unleashed, they frantically invade every crevice
Leaving just fractions of those who once roamed these dusty halls

There is now but a dim candle on the cupboard
Its remaining light grows meeker by the day
I gather all that glimmers to my eye, as dull as they may shine
And set foot for the only world within my reach
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
Folly
I told you it was folly to come here
These baseless accusations haunt us
And even on tiptoes, we make far too much noise

Our greed is insatiable
Our lust runs even deeper than the greed
And with every molehill we shape into a mountain
It's no wonder that our bones ache at the climb

Carefully
I told you we must tread carefully
There are gnashing teeth at our broken ankles
While every footfall brings us closer to demise

Our vanity is everlasting
Our sanity has taken flight to bluer skies
And with each hour exposed to this blackened sunlight
It's no wonder that our hearts rival the darkness of the sky
Chris Thomas Mar 2017
Like a gentle breeze, the debonair smile passes by
Catching songbirds, and turning the world upside down
The maids are magnetized by the radiance
And the deference is deafening

How lofty a goal, to savor salivation from dry lips
Wringing hands, pacing along an avenue of softened hearts
Where the needle of the compass points
To fixed eyes watching a fractured dream

A blatant kiss, erupting from temporary insanity
Suddenly sour, and suddenly skewed by history
And as the vacancy dimly glows
Withered words spill from cotton mouths

A subsiding fever, starved by ghosts of the heart
Catching songbirds, but freeing the song stored far within
*What was a cataclysm to a silver soul
Is just a drop of morning dew to the world
This poem is about the constant ebb and flow of how we interact with each other, the way that giving becomes taking, the way that we retreat to our comforts, the reasons behind why we desire things we cannot possibly possess.
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
I am forged
In fires of sorrow
Where they say
No man is an island
The rumor is
Time heals all wounds
So if that's the truth
Then why am I still bleeding?

In the catacombs
I have buried
Emeralds
Trinkets
Treasures
I am completely disconnected
From the politicians
That keep telling me
"No, you're not bleeding"

It's thoughtful of you
In a sense
To become a derelict ship
Lost at sea
Where tomorrow
Is never certain
And yesterday's anchors
Are chained to my feet

But if time heals
All these open wounds
Why am I still bleeding?
Chris Thomas Aug 2018
Like the elms, I am bleeding
But nothing so sweet as sap
You sit perched on the branch above me
Contemplating your belated Autumn nap

Your eyes harmonize with the brown bark
And I envy you, so simple and blasé
I crave some shelter from your rain
But it's cold, and still drizzling dismay

There's a shadow falling over us
The forest has learned to be a clever thief
The light catches you smirk while I weep
Like a willow without a handkerchief

You hear applause, so take your bough
All while dawn bends and slowly breaks
My lips snap like frozen twigs as I wonder;
How can you slumber while my heart's awake?
Chris Thomas Mar 2017
Caught between the frost
And the mire of mediocrity
We're just passengers on failure's final ferry

We're courageous, yet hamstrung
By demons and daydreams
I've learned the cold makes these thin bones ache

And all this foreboding has drained
The little strength that I've managed
To collect from season to broken season

I tucked the past in an overcoat
Before I stepped out on the porch
Hobbling despite the crutches that I carry

Am I a witness to winter?
Or a simpleton of madness?
I loved you more than every "*******" muttered under icy breath

But I'm still struggling
Fighting against the weight of it

Simply...caught

Caught between the frost
And the mire of mediocrity
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