An odd sort of Poetry

Time Fades

I am broken.
Broken in so many ways.
And in so many ways I try to repair myself,
But there is an awful truth in this life.
That awful truth is time.

With time,
The alcohol that numbs me, deserts my body.
With time,
The high that calms me, escapes my reach.
With time,
The galaxies on my chest fade,
And the remnants of his touch, that once kept me warm, are lost.

Time is perplexing like that.
There is never enough,
But there is always too much.

An odd sort of Poetry

Considerably Darker

Everything is getting darker,
And I am dying.
The sun is slowly setting,
And my heart rate is quickly dropping.
The sun has set,
And my lips have turned blue.

Everything is getting darker,
And I am dying.
The pale moon struggles to be seen,
And my face is no longer pink.
The stars have lost their fire,
And my skin has lost it’s warmth.

Everything is getting darker,
And I am dying.
The early morning rays peak through,
but in vain,
For everything got darker,
And I died.

An odd sort of Poetry

The People In The Hall

The people within talk.
In their loudness, there is a lovely silence.
The people within worry and worry, and work and work.

The people in the hall, they speak in hushed whispers.
The hushed whispers are so loud that I cover my ears.
The people in the hall worry and worry, and work and work.

In the midst of the worry, I close my eyes and fade away,
The People in the Hall haunting my empty mind eternally.

An odd sort of Poetry

The Jungle

He said he could picture me in the jungle, 

and picture me, I did. 
The birds sing to me. 

The crickets hum a sweet tune. 

The river covers all the miles I see. 

I will be there soon. 
The sun peeks through the trees. 

The rays burn my skin, 

and it hurts in the most pleasurable way. 
The ground beneath me breaks. 

All I see now is green, dark dark green.

I’m sinking. Always sinking. 
But it’s okay because I am in the jungle. 

And the birds are singing to me, 

And the crickets are humming a sweet tune, 

And I know the river covers all the miles I can no longer see. 
The dark green fades to black,

And the rays are lost from the trees. 

But it’s okay because I will be there soon. 

I will be there soon.