The Curse of Hope

Hope is insidious in its waning,
lingering sweet like a sin,
an unspoken prayer
that betrays reason
in defiance of looming inevitability
while offering nothing more
than a lengthening of the hours
of a lonely vigil.

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a lie

Don’t ask me

to save you–

I can’t even

save myself.

Sanctuary

I love
the statement made
in the art
that is your soul

the expression
in your eyes
when naked and bare
exposing yourself
to a watching world
you lie to me
and promise me sanctuary

from the world
from the storm

from myself

arise

radiance
against the backdrop
of a fevered night
and now a morning
draped in silvered silence
awakens untempered dreams
waiting to be wrought
in the forge of tomorrow

I Disappear

I disappear
not because of you
because of me
because of this
because of that

for you

Inside of me
I retreat
away from me
away from us
away from this and that

Withdrawal
without surrender
with every regret
and every reason why

and why not

because
(there)
is not an answer

Deal Gone Right

I sold

your picture

today.

 

It only cost

the Devil

my soul.

Interlude

It is that resonant silence,

this unsettling sense

of what is to come,

the internal roar

held still by inertia,

as I quietly come undone;

 

it is that moment

of clarification

just before the storm,

the lie of peace,

the long deep breath,

the hope of the unborn;

 

it is the veil thinned

and the Muse’s kiss,

the raven’s siren song,

the restless sky

and the beat of time

that holds my soul aloft,

 

though heavy I am

against the wind,

my heart rooted in earth.