Darken
My feet sunk into the sand like heavy steel anvils,
dropped from the roof of a ten story building.
The sand is lava bubbling with the inner suns
of unimaginably real universes outside ours.
The sky darkened and the temperature dropped,
forty below and the world shivered.
A howling wolf dances across the midnight sky
everything is suddenly bright.
The bipolar attitude of the placid beach relaxes
every muscle in my body.
An explosion of sea
upon the screeching sky,
crashed waves onto beating hearts,
stalling the nomadic path of the wandering mind.
A piece of soul lighting the sky,
Stars of dreams,
Sand of tears,
Create the sun of life.
Demons
He is living anger.
He is a dragon,
comforting with love
but fire within:
burning those he is nearest to.
I wish he would dream of living,
healthier, safer, less angry and hostile.
But he dreams of nothing,
for I know him well enough to have
the knowledge that his head is a nightmare.
He is depression, loneliness, anger, and love.
Craving the love of those who don't give,
angry at them for turning away.
He is depression and loneliness
from his own inner demons,
screeching inside the cavity of his head.
The voicemails of screams and cries of need,
begging me for help,
begging me to see how he is struggling.
What could cause him to turn this way?
To turn on me? On everything he worked for?
This dangerous mixture of emotions he is,
abandonment and need,
sparks the icy-hot fire in the dark pit of a soul he possesses.
How could it have gotten this bad?
I see now the anger and viciousness,
he claimed he would not let his demons win.
But now,
he is one of those demons.
Same
I do not understand
why the sun continues to shine, if light is its weakness
why the sea is blue, if it is not calm
