Rust if Time
rust
clinging at my eyes
eating away
as I linger in space
not moving, but time
a gentle breeze
passing through my ears
un seen in passage
yet it collects in that rust
blinding me
the world gone black
a void hovers in my mind.
alas I can see,
to my horror,
I can see.
age has settled on those lost
in a carried breeze,
lofted away upon sands
slowly buried
until they suffocate
cries muffled.
rust
it corrods me
joints locked in agony.
sight is pain,
sound is pain
as those I once cherished
erode from a breeze
that doesn't affect me.
those horrible screams
all night, I hear them
as they anguish from
dark swirls of void
in which they twirl
agonies as they die.
rust
in my lungs
breathing is a chore
but I must endure
to witness hell
as into me is bored
the script enacted
of a tragedy old.
or new,
time has become irrelevant
suffering inevitable
and in my torture
I learned.
pain is the 5th plane
perpendicular with time,
parallel with mine,
I sit on the axis.
and with the close of my eyes
time dies in the cold, vast void
where I lie for...
why nothing remains.
6/10/23
Tag: loss
Suffering Flowers
Suffering Flowers
charred scars cover my heart
touch them
then suffering flowers out
a lightning that beats the heart
stricken, i am at remorse
my heart sickly from the recourse
radial new wounds bleed
sour soon the feel of loss
taken from me this
unable
i lay, i lie
either way i cry
under this weight is why
weep until not
not is still a lot
fate is still late
and the late
is still lost
charred scars remain
new fractals burnt in
radiate from the origin
scorched into flesh
by suffering without rest.
1/16/22 – Andy McRae
MIRAGE OF SAND
MIRAGE OF SAND surroundings of embankments of red sand I grasp it in my hand watching as every grain runs through my fingers like molecules of liquid worn by winds filled with sand and rock alone I rock, back and forth, and I begin to cry why? does nothing last? can I not pick up and hold you one last time, but alas like the sands in this desert, or in time you just seem to slip right out of my arms. in this desert I weep for you there is no real way for me hold you again, so a mirage will do. 05/22/21 – Andy McRae