"In the moon and the sky"
Glayz Welch 

In the moon and the sky
You take your life, so I risk mine
They're all so worried
They try to talk to me
I do not answer
But they can see
I'm in pain
Not sure exactly what I need
I hate myself they all hate me
After a while
I realize
They do care about me
It's okay to just grieve

I wrote this in residential treatment
"the desolate sky that still chastises us,"
Melody W 

And come Springtime, I will be gone
having flown away with the last sparrows
still cradling October winds, hearing not
the desolate sky that still chastises us,

What have you done?

But here in this stone-echoed fortress
I pause now, carve tallies with dull instruments
and care not when my lungs threaten
to cease their movement, fallen soldiers of old

A gleam of a smile,
carrying the briefest of stories
from ages ago, and aeons away

you shall not know,
you shall not know

"northern face of the amber sky, they remain:"
Melody W 

Nuances of everyday life
albeit unspoken, flit through skies; silent
kites chasing eternity.

As we solemnly gaze at fading colors in the
northern face of the amber sky, they remain:

ears unwilling to accept the truth,
eyes unable to forget the light

"The overcast sky sighed, perplexed"
Melody W 

We huddled together, the silent four
And you were silent too
as you have been all year

The overcast sky sighed, perplexed
upsetting the fortress we'd built
not of wood and clay

Our ashen faces turned to earth
and still this misaligned severance
mocked our false portal

And we trudged up the hill
empty flower pots in hand
to face tomorrows once more

"The sky as its foothold, transcending its lair"
Melody W 

Our cockatiel flew away last night
mourning calls echoing its loveless flight;
we peered into fading skylines above
and the gloom reflected this absence of love

Towards bramble and trees, it solemnly flew
past the old church steeple where the ivy once grew;
did it truly exist? Or a mere illusion rare?
The sky as its foothold, transcending its lair

We placed bronze weathered cage outside the door
in hopes that familiar markings would entice once more;
yet, as dusk illuminated this age-old secret
of feathered flight, deadly risk - we dare not keep it.

"d oak, stark white against the cerulean sky,"
Melody W 

Days, stretching to infinite proportions,
a gnarled oak, stark white against the cerulean sky,
distorting and twisting within itself,
aching to be complete, still, silent.

Nights, a lone swimmer's watery nightmare,
caught in the depths, darkness yanking feet down,
struggling upward
yearning to break the surface -

Howling and shrieking at an empty door
locked from the outside
to protect trembling walls

Is this who we've become?
Mindless drones who've arrived at the future,
cursing the past?

You overtook us swiftly, still trembling with rage,
your vise-like fingers softly caressing,
embracing our fragile necks,
each second drawing us closer to the final countdown,
knowing, but never quite comprehending
that we can never escape your cold lair.

And you -

grinning ironically,
peering down at us,
your playthings,
stumbling through this labyrinth;
blind mice, oblivious to our demise -

you will reveal everything
in Time.

"There is no moon in the sky."
Melody W 

Marked by imperfections
weathered by Time,
will your sturdy branch hold
the weight carried unwillingly
for so long?

One weary foot
chasing another
an infertile vicious cycle
unable to be tempered

Solemn face cast downward
cruel anticipation
bright slaughterhouse
a little ways down a
meandering dusty road
unbeknownst to most

Breathe once more,
Deafening gusts of
mockingly jaded motifs
fill your aching lungs.


Loveless departure;
please do not disturb
this final resting place
for unseeing eyes

The moon is bright today!
musings echo vacancies
Cast into the wind.

There is no moon in the sky.

"in its absence, the sky turned"
Melody W 

when the wind skimmed it off the water,
no one bothered to wonder
where it disappeared to;
the wind, unknown tyrant,
whistled and ambled aimlessly
down the grassy knolls

in its absence, the sky turned
a startling iridescent blue
and the diaphanous leaves
so thin and transparent in the light,
trembled slightly, lightly -

until a ripple effect
mercilessly shook the entire branch
creating simple pattern reflections
pushing other patterns to quickly
assemble themselves and
replace previous ones
while lettering in the sand curled up
to reveal buried secrets

Why, the past was blown away
like nothing of significance
And memories, like sea foam,
will someday disintegrate
into nothingness

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