With heavy lidded
Eyes I await redemption
Or execution
The Prisoner
Tag: solitude
An Island
I am the one who
Cares, not one cared for. I give
To others, they don’t
Give to me. Alone
Is the only time when I am
Of one mind. Relief.
Dreams in the Night
The bright boy with problems got separated from his group. He’s alone in a dark tunnel in the frozen winter. I don my winter gear and proceed into the tunnel to attempt a rescue without scaring him off.
The girl is the daughter of the sister, not the mother. The sister warms to her daughter.
Young lovers laugh. The father returns to put an end to what he thinks is mockery, but is actually not about him at all. He drives a nail into the young man’s back though his shoulder armor.
I think of what a relief it would be to have a nail driven into my back.
As the World Burns
Outside my window,
Raging destruction, I just
Can’t care about it.
Abyss Gazing
Oblivion dreamt
I, one night, and still it calls
To me, beckoning.
Prisoner
Chained in the darkness,
In the wreckage of many
Affectations, I
Have no desire.
Liberation? To what? There
Is no world out
There to return to.
This is where I always have
Been, will always be.
Manifesting
At the threshold to
Abundance, I beheld my
Heart’s deepest yearning.
To be seen, to be
Known, appreciated and
Cherished. To see joy
In stranger’s eyes when
They behold me. To speak and
Be heard, understood.
To enjoy the fruits of
My labors. To have my love
Exchanged, increased, shared.
To no longer be
Alone, to share my deepest
Longings with someone.
Finished screaming to
The void, now my voice joins with
A chorus, comrades.
Ultimate Nullifier
When he came to eat
My planet, it was the one
Hope for salvation.
But when Galactus
Died, the weapon kept firing.
I was neutralized.
Seeking a charge to
Spark me to life again so
I can continue.
To the Boy
Your mother did not
Neglect you because you were
Wrong, she did because
You were the part of
Herself that she neglected.
You are the part of
Her that always knew
What was right, but suppressed it,
For the feelings of
Others. The pathos
And gratitude you see in
That photo is her
Embracing her truth.
Your parents sought to preserve
You by keeping their
Evil away. Lonely,
But insulated. The best
That they could offer.
Herman’s Hermitage 