Hoping

The coldness that bites,

lonely vastness of deepest blue crashes down,

Embraces me warmly like an old friend

the cold sting of fear and despair like knives on my skin,

the

almost beautiful scent of flower reaches my senses

A golden speck of light suspends about me

giving my perpetual darkness - glimmer of light.

The light slowly creeps up on me like the sun

creeps

up over the horizon,

The light now reaches the glimmering

crystals on the ground

This beauty was blind to me.

Now I know.

Wintering

In Winter’s wake lies planted bulbs

Enclosed in the womb of soil -

We wait for obstinate buds to flower;

overdue.

The hot blood pulses in ears

Blurred and rushing.

Yet - no vibrant explosion of life,

No yelping lamb delivered,

Only the corpse of past fertilities; gone.

My stomach overturned,

The trees are barren.

A harsh gust of chloroform distorts,

Cold, acidic injection sliding down veins,

Eyelids falter staring blanky; never mine.

Tears of wine

Trails down delicate glass.

What Tomorrow Brings

People sow seeds with Hope,

Waiting, believing

In that - something - will come-

Anticipation bites, coldly,

Lingering for only a while-

Solemnly surrounding,

Aspiration, Contemplation,

Enlightened darkness of desire -

Operating under the deluded belief,

The silver lining

Drawn in fools' paradise,

It is the desperate, everlasting hope of

What tomorrow may bring.

Indigo

Light fading into darkness
an indigo feel
thick and sticky
-like sour cotton candy-
burning acid on a swollen tongue.
The sound of a silent scream.
The smell of dying leaves.

Sudden desire, like lightning
cuts through dark clouds
bathing darkness in light.

False light.
Blinding light.
Sun reflected like diamonds
on flakes of cold snow.
Icy win stings like a needle
and leaves nose like a cloud of hope.
Hope fading blue.
Blue fading indigo.
Light fading into darkness.

Uncertain Faith

waiting -

a train,

Unsure of the imp

ending arrival.

Taste of freedom:

bittersweet, clings to your soul

As the artificial glow

seeps

through prison walls.

Slate grey, obscures,

rusts your vision.

Your mind numbs to the drip,

                                             drip

of your trust

As it dissolves to mist.

Memories, steel razor blades,

biting like frost;

As you're waiting for a train

Unsure of the imp                  ending destination.

Despair

The dying golden orb,

once so strong and bold,

shatters

A thousand daggers of ice

slash through the air,

chilling

The cold clenches mercilessly,

crushing out all warmth,

suffocating

Yet out of no where it rises,

a fragile touch of colour,

defiance

Hope?

Sitting, watching, waiting.
Where is she, half-hearted anticipation and hope is simply not enough,
I hear fading sirens in the distance,
only for darkness to fall once more.

My nails are worn down to the bitter thread,
another sleepless night, gone.
I drag my bones firm my bed of misery,
red robins glide through the pale sky.
Something dark hovers in the distance.

My soul is numb.
I long for sleep and the truth.
I long for that dreaded call.
The red robins squirm in a state of agitation.
Buzzards lurk nearby.

The immensity of hope
has forced me to breaking point.
The phone rings.
The robins are gone.
The buzzards sit, hunched on the wall.