Voyage To the Brink

With spacetime ripples come dark energy waves Emanating from the ether tainted forces hold me slave What sort of person fly’s kites after dark One with many issues hiding Cains invisible mark Left to wander miasma blind man at controls Free will is human delusion We’re all just digging holes Carving out wishing wells siphoned dry as stone Skeletons lay rock bottom gazing back through bones Inconsequence is purpose for those without aim Living in empty dreamland guilt chaperones my shame Fate’s not predestined roads bifurcate our way Lost in cosmic equations decimal points can go astray On automatic pilot found a thin line through No strings attached cept that irritating noose Stupid mundane gestures hello-nice day, see you all My tightrope gives way damn noose breaks the fall Catatonic mannequins race around my mind Light speed slows down, trying to keep with time I stare at open ripples stretching ever far apart Reflecting chronic heartbeats simply dying to depart Take a chip off my shoulder Russian roulette my head Peep inside the hole will only see black no red To hell cast this world Gamble away life’s coffers Has nothing left but chaos loss upon loss to offer Can barely make an effort to raise my pen from desk Weight of ink bears heavy under mountains of duress Time; time is endless writing home a final letter Memories become yearnings tears feel so much wetter Question marks hangs over Cain mine comes from the blue Decimal point errs again later resurfaced askew Chosen to carry its blunder I emerge into fading light Oh good nights coming quickly aubade dawns a new horror decimal point is right V Contest, New or Old Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France V word used #3 Voyage 11/18/2021