Imminent Mortality –

“I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can’t. It’s a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.” – Aaron Huey

 

 

 Sneaking thing this black specter, writhing in my brain,
Coloring my bright light with shades of never

Bringing the death of my flesh

In the missing of your gray eyes, pushing in my stomach,

grabbing solitary and smearing me with earnest

Bringing the death of my heart

Swirling decisions in red clouds, failing in my heart,

a tempting success erased in a hurried smudge

Bringing the death of my work
Jumping off castles of white cliffs,
flapping frantically in the forest of the unknown
Bringing the death of my belief

First published in Opinionsofeye.com

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Rain Drop

“Do not be angry with the rain; 

it simply does not know how to fall upwards.” 

― Vladimir Nabokov

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Why am I leaving my place of comfort, my mountain lake so clear and pristine?

Why am I flying higher and higher through places I’ve never been?

Why am I spinning in clouds so dark with rumblings fierce?

Why am I thrown to the ground in anger it seems?

Now I am being swallowed up by a young oak.

That was the reason for all my trial and discomfort. It was to give life…. 

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