Particular Moments

More Stars than There are

Tag: fear

Do We All, and Always, Run and Hide?

There is no Pill
Or Beverage

That can fix
It
All—

One can run,
Into the open,
Escape the slaving dungeon,

But darkness
Follows, and condenses
Wherever He should

Lay to Rest—

One can forever
Run,
Only to realize

A Life’s Time
Is not enough
To hide.

So Young one,
You and your
Unspent Beauty,

Take to the Strenuous strides;

Learn to work
In darkness,
But resting in Light.

On Receiving Flowers

You were told
To close your eyes,

So you do–
Without suspicion,

Eye-lids
Shut
In an automatous,
Curious flutter–

Then,
A miniature
Bouquet
Lay
Beautifully
Delicate
In your hands.

Fresh, delightful,
And fragile–
Too good
Were they, for
Your more wicked
Self cringed
At their sight–

Exuding a new gleam
In that cold night,
In your hands
A gentle cradle
of Love and Joy;

Some of which
You still
Cannot understand–

Like a sound
Of Redeeming
Purity
Amidst a fallen
Mecca-full
Of deafened
Drums.

A dose of sweet medicine,
Leaving you blessed and terrified—
Were you sick
Before,
And were you
Only then,

Upon inhaling Innocence
And Scent,
Finally beginning to,

Through
Great Effort,
Wakened from an
Ageless Neglect,
Overcome

Your Fatal
Illness,
And become Well
To and for all
Once again?

 

Soon Not to Be

The palpable

Premonitions—

Hardened, Stubborn

Lumps

Underneath the skin—

 

Foretell of imminent,

Painful,

Yet gradual

Decease;

 

The Worst

Of its kind—

Like a daytime Nightmare,

Hunting me

So I shall never

Sleep.

 

Who knew

Death

Was so Unapologetically

Mischievous?

 

King of the

Darkest humor,

You leave me

Speechless;

 

Foreshadowing my

Cease-to-be

With such Irony;

Inflicting

Fear and Sadness

So Immense,

 

All the while

Having convinced me

That you are

Funny.

 

What does a creature

So small

Do,

Facing a Force

Grand

Beyond comprehension?

 

I joke back

And Live this

Day

Like

Any

Other

Day,

 

But without

A minute of

Complaint.

 

 

In Flight

I had been

So Afraid,

 

But as the ground

Began to shrink

 

Bit

by

Bit,

 

Until Everything

Below become

Infinitesimally

 

flat and small,

 

Even Fear

Paused

To look

In Awe.