Nothing

Written by: Xavier Keough

I hear the flash
A blur of brilliance
Of stinging sunshine
Melted memories
Which I can still taste
Smoldering 
Beneath Sunday brunch
I hear his eyes
Cocked chambers of silence
Echoes of forgotten laughter
Fractured in gelid resolve
Crystal conscience
Blinded somewhere
Between fire and faith
I hear the earth
Blaring blades of emerald
Swirling hues of hegemony 
Tickling nature’s palette 
My blushing pale feet
As silhouettes of summer
Push bare backyard swings 
I hear my heartbeat 
The crimson crush of sulfur
The stoic shadow of my father
Who forgot to tell his daughter
He took her life
I see…nothing