Darkness, A Binding Story
The air around me is cold, a hollow ache within my bones.
Darkness consumes my vision, my dreams are ink spilled on a page.
My shoes are filled with stone, my eyes adrift in a river of tears.
Emotional sepsis festers in my mind, chains of sorrow bind my soul.
Peace is a fading silhouette, my art a flimsy bandage.
My storybook, once vibrant, is filled with fading pages.
A fever burns within my soul, an illness no man can cure.
Actions cannot undo, words cannot erase the pain.
Bitter memories flood my mind, a sour taste on my tongue.
An empty gun lies under my pillow, my path littered with holes.
A new beginning, too short, too far to reach, a broken ladder cannot bridge the gap.
My fire is frozen, happiness a mere figment, an imaginary friend.
My soul, waterlogged by tears, is stalked by emptiness.
Questions plague my mind, unseen answers fumble in my drowned eyes.
A road traveled with bare feet, worn and torn, bleeding with each step.
A heart unheld by love, love a burning memory, a phantom limb.
The bond we shared has taken flight, my glass is riddled with holes.
A man forgotten by death, adrift in a world of strangers.
A banana peel lies beneath my feet, a misstep in the wrong direction.
I fall endlessly, but nothing reaches out, only ghostly hands that grasp at air.
My fear was left at your funeral, a forgotten smudge unseen by most.
A scream from a silent voice, a fading echo in deaf ears.
Forever, our promise, taken by fate, a surgical procedure by a broken doctor.
Your love severed from my heart, your loving hold slipping away in the new light.
On that day, darkness infected me, a hero in heart, but a failure in deeds.
Now, a fading silhouette, no hand to hold, only memories to run.
A marriage forbidden by a cold fate, with your absence, my winter goes on.
Copyright ©
David Hurlburt
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