The infernal naked night
Cascading around my eyes.
Dead locusts on the ground near the crop.
I hear her heart beat,
Then, it stops.
The dented soul leaks like a broken faucet;
Water stains on the carpet.
The fields are burning.
I wipe the soot from my eyes
As a tear rolls down her cheek.
The absent mind trolls the river
Like a tugboat with no main vessel.
Without reason
Without will
Without objective
The forests, see, they have all wilted.
The sun is eclipsing into blackness.
The circle spins on an axis,
Trapping everyone inside.
The windows are painted over.
The air conditioning is turned off.
The TV is muted.
The covers, they've run cold.
The ever thinning light
That has only ever produced a shadow,
Has robbed man of
Mother Nature's truth:
There are no hands tending a flame
At the end
Of the tunnel.
There is only I,
And no one.
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 12:44 PM UTC
The infernal naked night
Cascading around my eyes.
Dead locusts on the ground near the crop.
I hear her heart beat,
Then, it stops.
The dented soul leaks like a broken faucet;
Water stains on the carpet.
The fields are burning.
I wipe the soot from my eyes
As a tear rolls down her cheek.
The absent mind trolls the river
Like a tugboat with no main vessel.
Without reason
Without will
Without objective
The forests, see, they have all wilted.
The sun is eclipsing into blackness.
The circle spins on an axis,
Trapping everyone inside.
The windows are painted over.
The air conditioning is turned off.
The TV is muted.
The covers, they've run cold.
The ever thinning light
That has only ever produced a shadow,
Has robbed man of
Mother Nature's truth:
There are no hands tending a flame
At the end
Of the tunnel.
There is only I,
And no one.