and now I realize
that it hurts because
you never wrote lovely things
about me

with starkly looming, lanky limbs
angled sharply across the horizon
flocks of crows call out to him.
just the presence pulls your eyes in,
only by a frail glimpse
of prisms, caught in periphery. 

and he contorts death,
by way of shadow and mystery,
he says
"only in darkness can the light be broken down so deeply."

sharply he carves through each moment,
the presence of time so close he can hold it
and with nothing to show for it,
the weight of all is suspended,
as only he can lift it

Light rain washes the red from my soul,
I close my eyes to see the darkness -
My own personal escape from the world...
The crisp air trickling its way to my chapped lips,
Invading my mouth and crawling into my lungs,
A brief discovery -
I exhale,
S    L    O    W    L    Y  
Thoughts are relinquished almost instantaneously,
Quietly in my solitude; nothingness -
Extraneous Relief.