2. A Definitive (Poetry)

-Fifty Three-

Humans Waste A Time That Is Not Theirs:

Wasted time once more, burning bridges into dark places 

Settling prides in ego scores

Maybe not thinking, not feeling anything much anymore.

A wasted time placed once more in a boy who did not care

I let go of the things that don't belong to me because they don't even belong

To their

Fragile being and unknowing of what is wrong

Unkind people hide behind faces like snow

So white in daylight, so even and clean

But stand too long in the dark of the night and you will suffocate and freeze

The snow will swallow you whole if you let it

So drag your feet out once more

Bid the golden snow not so golden but stained black with tar in the centre

Goodbye because you know

All too well about letting people with fake scars dampen your own

A clean heart such as yours should not be

Suffocated by tainted snow. 

Humans waste time that is not theirs because they do not think

They touch and they paw at things until they lose balance and sink

Flakes melting into a mess of your own doing

A puddle becomes a sea that leaks into a river.

I once said it felt like the sea, like warm light and smiling

But I was blinded by my own ideas to see

That the sea is unforgiving and unstable and will crush you at a glance

Slam the softest parts of you into reefs and rocks at chance

The sea is an unforgiving thing and this now I know, 

Standing from ashore watching in the distance as the tide pulls back and goes.

A clean break, an easy cut, a quick goodbye. 

Pull back like the sea to clear you from the mind. 

This was not the start and this was not the end

This was a regret in humans wasting time, snow buried in the sand.

This was a test, to see if my faith still feels

And while I have no respect for the sea any longer,

I have respect for the way I stood before it on my heels.

~J.K.M.