thomasnrobb
Did You Know?
Your sound, the weather outside,
The friend you wish you had,
All noble; all here within
You.
Did you know?
Bitter herbs are what's left
Along the way -
Scattering in the park beneath
The shade of an unborn
Tree.
I could cry when I read the news these days.
But men don't cry, do they?
Here among the ferns,
I dream of good days.
Did you know?
A flick of the match
Extinguished and then it's here:
Pure black.
Again.
Sleep.
Gone.
Still.
You remain famous among the
Hallways - the screams of others
Level the hard floors.
I remember
Padded socks with rubber soles.
My feet are burnt now.
Bloated, purpling.
Lungs filled with lint and gravel.
I dream again,
Remembering the sun,
The match before dark.
The spark unknowing.
Earthen-shattered patina slathered
Against our ancient drum,
Tightening with the clock
Here on earth:
The only thing left.
Did you know?