Terminus of Tears

Written by: Zachary Siechen

The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when. 

The sorrowful life 
is endless.
It goes and it goes and it goes. 
Like oceans of sweat pouring from spheres of golden blue. 

Behind those I hide. 
They forgot me as easily as building a statue around a black bell. 

The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when. 

They forgot me as easily as pulling a veil over eyes. 
It's not even opaque. 
I bet I forget just as easily. 
I bet I can. 

As simply as the tide turns and turns and fades into vanishing dribbles and the dry, dry desert sand. 

The fifth bell hasn't rang since I can't remember when.