Snap, click, camera.
A moment captured in time.
A poem without any words,
picture with rhythm and rhyme.
Stand at the precipice, trace the edge.
Press your body into the wall of stone behind you.
Close your eyes.
The wind rushes forward to catch you, but too late.
The atmosphere cuts through your clothes, your skin.
Tumbling naked before God,
suspended only in time, the trees below stretch out their
bony fingers to catch you.
Life and death crash violently together, their impact
ripping through your body, tearing you limb from limb.
Open your eyes. Retreat.
It is not your time to fall into flight.
One day, death will give you wings, and you will rise
Not yet. Stay, a little longer.
Life must have its way.
Winter turns the skin to ash.
Darkness creeps within.
Parched for light, a lightning flash,
any hope is sin.
Sinking soul, like sinking snow,
heavy tread crush down.
All is rushing, quiet now,
colored leaves all brown.
There is stillness found in pain,
Empty shell seeks quiet, sane.
Lie, disguised in lace.
Darkness wants to interlope.
Crawl the other way.
Seek the agony of hope.
Live another day.
Empty grave croons for her pet,
her skeleton to hold.
Her lullaby is gentle yet,
Ominous and cold.
Winter turns my skin to ash,
sunshine I've forgot.
How can I be so bold or brash?
To be what I am not?
The sun will rise again, someday,
Maybe I'll live to see.
A kindly voice may softly say,
"Frozen soul, be free."
Every day the world is running.
Keep its pace, don't dare to lose.
Catch the rush, can't see what's coming,
So I slump to tie my shoes.
Lost in moments, stampede of feet.
Hierarchy crumbles, no glue.
Ignore the poor, fight the elite.
No time to tie your shoe.
Scamper for scraps and match the fray.
Scurry on or pause to die.
Push to the promise, "better day"
With no rush, no shoes to tie.
We're all tired. The fight's too loud.
Look down. See people, broken.
They tried to stop, escape the crowd,
Shoes untied and cries soft-spoken.
It's not done with them, you or me.
The world moves on despite you.
Stop for the broken, hear their plea.
Kneel to tie their shoe.
— The End —