so freezing, so warm
yet to behold
the truth waiting ahead
oh, what torture it is
yonder, a twitch, a tweak
take me to where the difference lies
how long it takes
for time to move; stuck in place
a recurring theme, inescapable
as I followed the trail of light,
forgotten was the need for a body,
my mind in control, what an atrocious leader
till the moon is up again,
I cannot save myself,
stop the bleeding, cuts still open
grieving the living,
loving the dead,
meaning is a privilege not many understand
cover my eyes, love
cover my ears,
for I will break, was I to peer
what awaits me from here
YOU ARE READING
twelve moons
Poetry"Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years, Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep woe Are brackish with the salt of human tears!"
