Burnout

It’s been a long road
there to here
moments so alone
I could choke
on the long string of knots
not swallowed
strung down my throat

No air
flow
Remember to breathe
when the strain is maxed
legs thrown back
take away my breath
they also stretch the neck

Negatives and positives
keep the mind agile
in a game of life’s attacks
the body follows
pull in, push out
time ticks the death toll
snap, crack, roll
break the fall
hold back and let go

Waves and tides
rise and fall
you don’t see
the tsunami coming

Burn the flame
of our small candle
my secret space
let the great vast open
swallow up the night
the sun will burn out every trace
darkness will hide under rocks
creeping away quietly
under every blade of grass
as to not get caught

The more cryptic I get
the more it meant
the harder it is
to shake away
the feeling of being bent
stripped bare
with nothing left
but the raw motion
performed
with religious discipline
to die again and again
with every intent
as the wick shortens
to face the cold
growing closer
a soft breath
against my flame
my candle strains for
for just a few moments longer
only ro reach
the end of the line
no matter the intent
the burnout with a faint
thread of smoke to remember
the light by

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