Mark the time.
I’m
leaving forever, now.
Open and wide in range.
Suffering indiscretions.
Long as we all shall find
hedonist to our masters.
Taking my hands away.
So, this is how it all ends.
Imagine;
one thing I could do,
one thing I would do,
one thing I will do
to make it all
a little better.
One small thing
today,
another tiny thing
tomorrow.
Opening like a Day Lily
to the Sun
and maybe,
one day,
be a tree.
This is it.
I cannot hold back any longer.
I have never cared so much.
I was always a seventh sibling.
First born of the last.
Taken from light
to withered virtue.
Chasing away the sin.
Carving myself distorted statues.
Come.
One day I saw something;
I could swear,
it wasn’t there before,
but it looked old,
weathered and ancient.
How could this have been here
the whole time?
I must have been blind
Although,
I know some part of me
does remember.
Suppression describes a fire;
bones and ashes
where I once was.
Look for a rising bird.
All I see is a crow on a tree branch,
looking at me,
asking me if I am ready.
I think I just replied,
“I am.”
HG – 2019
Beautiful
Thank you.