dying lights to bring us home by Hfeather53, literature
Literature
dying lights to bring us home
we are all survivors
of every day tragedies
that spiral out of control
and crash into our world
brilliant lights burn out
too soon
and scream a final sigh
of release
into the atmosphere
frequencies die
before their final light
reaches our eyes
we're all too deaf
too dumb
too blind
with no warning signs
but we try
oh, we try
and we're left with nothing
but inadequacies
we can only hope
the stars are bright
gracing us with dying lights
long after we've found home
i will cut my way through this forest of filth
to never return,
i tell myself.
i told myself -
never again.
i am the worst kind of liar.
the summer heat
feasts on heaps of decay
and fills my nostrils.
i would vomit -
if only,
i didn't cry every time.
so, like these memories,
these pains,
i'll stifle that too.
one day, soon maybe,
dreams won't be scary
and i'll stop lying to myself
along with everyone else.
i am not fine,
and i haven't been for quite some time.
i'm here.
and that's all i can be for you.
dear heart,
i see you've remembered
what makes our blood so thick -
blistering out like lava,
igniting the miles keeping me from him
and with flicking irises
i will beg to be tamed -
again
and again
i will sing him siren-songs
and welcome him into the fire
my dear, sweet, Azariah
and we will not be burned
we will converge -
emerging in hues of glorious abandon
with flecks of gold in our heart
we will sing with fireflies in our breath,
throwing sparks amongst the stars -
waiting for their blazing echoes
which return to earth and usher us home
pull the shutters closed on my imaginary windows
draw the curtains tight, keep me from the light
that parades through cracks
and fragments
in my mind
protect me from their ghost eyes
their whispered lies -
they're haunting me tonight
labored moans escape from a weighted chest
and travel along a lonesome hall
scratching locked doors in rasps
trying to break free
please,
I beseech -
don't let them find me
but my curious feet will stray, like always
prancing through the kitchen;
my desperate-to-hold-something hands will clutch
grabbing spirits from cupboards
with pools of glass
I offer libations and lit matches
to the voices in the hall
no
all these memories
drumming in my marrow
claiming residence to my core
more than a haunting -
they reside inside me
seeking to destruct and defy my bones
if you chopped off my arm,
I fear it would thrive without me,
possibly more so -
decay happening naturally,
willingly -
my brain screams - stop
but my muscles continue to push
pulling me around every bend
as fast and dangerously as they can
I want to defy gravity
becoming a bird or a plane
perhaps a caped crusader
winning lost innocence
or not -
because my marrow is burning
with memories I'm trying
to cut out