Dripping wax
and absolute silence.
Was I just a statue all along?
Huff...
Maybe not.
You blew out the candle again
your whiff a soft breath
from over my shoulder.
And now we are
in this darkness
and I cannot tell if I am
closing my eyes or not.
How ineffable.
"Oh I have forgotten."
You mock-
You say.
I blame you not.
Your love
for softening the fires
had you forgetting
that we need the light.
Huff...
I watched you engulf
the candles of my road
leaving me looking at the sky
until the moon became
my only companion
my only trust.
But I,
I blame you not.
No flames.
No shine.
Our eyes
to the darkness resigned.
So you learned the road of anger
and revived the embers
into flickering twists.
Like yellow stars
into inky eventides.
On and off
Huff...
The rip of the matches
Huff...
The howls of the wood
Huff...
All deprived of existence.
Don't harbor fear
For I blame you not.
...but that was not enough.
Alas!
You tried to blow out the sun!
Huff. Huff. Huff.
But it wouldn't surrender.
You murdered her kin
all with a simple whiff.
This was all there
to be foreseen.
Huff. Huff. Huff.
I knew you were arousing the red,
but you heard me not.
Stop.
You're making the smother bigger.
It's raining ashes.
The moon's ashes!
You cannot douse the sun!
Your little huffs
kindle its inferno
ever-so-slowly.
And suddenly it was big enough
to smash into us
and take us
into its hell.
Slow and sudden.
I knew that you knew.
And we both sat watching
the end of the world.
The ground beneath us burned
and you couldn't extinguish it
with your miserable gust...
So you turned to me and-
Huff...
My flame, my will, was gone.
You ended us.
Our world is gone.
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Mabye if I Fall Asleep I Won't Breathe Right
PoetryRelying on possibility, slumber, and the unknown sweet demise of death. This book is a collection of poems that are unrelated but as a whole struggle to portray the meaning of the title. Through my distorted vision, a lot of things might seem disjoi...
