a vague stab at letting go

Despair, that torturous press of dread
Making one fear, making one dead

Dead is the soul, that flame now coal
This is the death of the fire:
and inside
the dark flows
Where is the touch of my heart?
my soul?

Inconceivable
to be able to make turns
and see that behind sight: flame
unseen it burns
unseen it churns
what has one done
when this fate he earns?

Powerless
I see no relief or release
visions ensue of means to an end
to be shuffled—
one way or another—
from the mortal coil thinking
“Peace…”

-…-

Paralyzed
I cried out so silently for aide
and remembered I was laid
near a warmth
a shine
that I wondered if a God had made.

Returning
to a life still haunted
trying again, quite daunted
until I turn
You are there
a smile still flaunted,
no longer unwanted.

Aeons
I felt, even as moments pass,
as I rested or shivered in your grasp
talk so familiar
grace in action
so timeless, how can I make it past?

Memory
so very sweet with pain
love it is, swept in like rain
washing away
darkest shade
the wounds it soothed yet remain.

Frightened
STOP MOVING I shout
but lives swirl about
drifting away
changing
they come in, they go out.

Memory
will forever remind me, even after
and the sound of your joyous laughter
the same
distorted
around You I dance (then past her).

Alone.