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Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
My eyes open to the state of my being
When did my ability to decide
Fall broken it's little pieces tinkling down
I have given up most of my reasons to stop
Protected the only bad thing at the cost of so much.  
My mood falls to look back up at me
The way I was and I recognize how badly
I need to be the one that I gave away
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
Vividly the dream is playing
I am an actor as well as witness
As the pursuit unfolds in confusing
Scene after scene as dread closes in.
If do not wake, or wait to see the end
I hear my conscious saying
I may never wake again.  
So I will myself to the here and now
Bolting up to opening eyes
That dart and survey surroundings
Drinking in the painful light
I am safe, it was a dream
Though the sense of foreboding
Lingers all that day.
Am I safe?  
Afraid to sleep and slip beneath
As what waits is waiting
Am I safe?
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
Here it lays since
Fixed still a fixture
Every day that followed
The hand that wielded
Let such prize slip
Lifeless and defeated
To rest outside ages
And indeed ages passed
A single crack telling
One timid ray that crept
Marking the days
As seasons came and went
Layered in the settled dust
And destined to this tomb
The end to the era of promise
The death of magic
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
Ink in water
A dark rolls
In the invisible
Like light at night

As the candle warns
Forlornly to wage
Quiet battle

Dark
against defends
and Unseen deploys

A shadow dances
Rising silent
Defined by denial

The glowing quill
Lifted, weilded
Strokes such ink well

To borne a truth
To what end shown
from hence within.
Poetic truth of the depressed type of mind.
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
Less then beautiful
Education if a witness
Unmade, unwanted,
Unchanged
this shell
Of mine this time around
Do I post and I embrace my
Talent as being less than
An attempt to get out at best
my words were selected
To count lay claim my existence
As nothing else shall, non-likeing
May remain past, my time of I
as all do pass thus
Onto the coming next
A fleshly prison or, test
As this seemed to be
In the least, I will made attempt
To account myself
To have tried
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
I
  MOVE
             TO
                 KNOW
                              THE
                                      POI
                                           N
                                            T

                                            I

                                            W
                                             I
                                             L
                                             L

                                            NOT
Jack R Fehlmann Feb 2021
Not
I am not here
This is not me
I am more than what
This innocent
only temporary
I need not usher in
All will come clear
As I transend
Not before then
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