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Death and Decay
The heavy summer air
Fills lungs of all of those around me.
Slowly and without warning,
I begin to fall apart.
I realize it isn’t fair,
It was all so clear I couldn’t see,
In our life’s early mourning,
No end because there is no start.
No need for feelings anymore,
My train awaits my soon departure.
I check them all in at the door,
Hate, Love, Loathe, and Torture.
None of this is over you,
Hard for even me to know.
I thought It would’ve lasted longer.
Instead I raise the metaphorical barrel,
To its home near my temple,
And simply, justly, blow you from my mind.
I arise a brand new man,
But find I am refurbished.
I drop my bags,
Perambulate over to my train,
Heart still up at arms.
As long as you are truly happy,
Then I will not mind my love dealt scars.
Since you left me I fell that I am Dross,
Filth, refuse that even I would have left.
Maybe I can miss my train,
I will always have my ticket.
Leave my feelings in a locker.
I feel my arms fall to the floor,
Pay no mind to them, mere distractions.
Start walking back to my sanctuary,
Leg falls apart, tearing at the knees,
Then coming off, throwing my body to the floor.
Rolling over, I stare at the stars, taking in
All created, all to be destroyed.
I’ve taken all for granted,
I fall into a cluttered void.
The booming silence,
And bright dark light,
Filling my core with emptiness.
But in Him I have salvation,
A constant companion,
Through all that happens to me,
Through all of tomorrow, the rest of today.
He over sees my sorrow, and checks in on my Glee,
Then tends to my personal garden of Death and Decay.
