A star is born and another fades
Their incandescence mocks any tears that cascade
Galaxies collide, their chaos resplendent,
Life is but a mere blip in their existence
Meteors crash and civilizations ebb and fail
What good are my tears
On a cosmic scale?
How ephemeral are my memories
Compared to all of eternity?

The waves are rowdy—
A storm is nigh,
The sky shrieks like an infant
I can’t pacify
My heart a ship
In the middle of this nor’wester
As it heaves and shudders,
Ready to topple over.
It charted no maps,
It measured no tides
And ignored the winds’ whispers
About the storm brewing outside.
Violent precipice
Now whips the portholes,
Beckoning the passengers
To jump overboard.
The ship lurches over!
Reality loses its grip.
Unforgiving is a storm
To an ignorant ship.

My left hand bleeds crimson onto my paper,
As my right hand writes the words.
The brittle yellowed pages quake as they
Turn into a battlefield of my sensations.
Violent waves bury
the rough, course sand in my heart
Each crash pulling me closer
To the tender abyss.
Broken record in my brain
“This will never end. This will never end”
The waves will keep crashing
The pages will remain yellow
And I’ll be left
Forever caught between the ink and the abyss.