Climb On

Could it ever be?
Maybe climbing ladders
Wasn’t meant for people like me.
The only thing sadder
than a life riddled in repeat,
Is one depleted of dreams.
So, climb on and on and on…
Climb until your fingers bleed!
If you fall, let it be.
Get up and grip each rung.
Higher and higher and higher…
Until you can reach the sun
Or look at the face of failure
And laugh at those who made fun.
A life worth dreaming
Is a life worth living.
So, climb on.

Unfinished

I’m not done…
Rot can spread,
Rot can kill.
Biological warfare has begun…
Everything, I can feel.
Body is tired.
Muscles weak,
Bones on fire.
Yet, mind is sharp.
How can this be?
Eyes have plenty to see,
More food to eat,
More souls to meet.
I’m not done…

Plenty to see,
More souls to meet.
I’m not done!
I’m not done!
I’m not done!

A trade, perhaps?
Grams of bone,
Locks of hair?
Please don’t let me die alone.
How is that fair?
I’m not done!

Desperately want sleep.
Can’t eat.
What else is there to feel
When there’s nothing left to kill?
In the last round
Maybe it’s time to lie down.


This light I will keep…
More Souls to meet.
More souls to meet…
This light I will keep.

I’m ready now.

Chrysalis

The absence of light.
Curled and entombed,
You battle a frigid fight.
Full of wonder.
Full of fright.
When will it end?
Soon.

A thousand gashes.
A million burns.
As each night turns,
Winter’s frost
Chisels away and rations
Deep-seated passion.
Revealing the loss.
Revealing the cost.
When will it end?
Soon.

Lack of hydration,
Rich in frustration
And increasing suffocation.
Unable to stretch,
A pinhole of light
Taunts and tickles…
What a sight!
A desire to hatch.
A desire to take flight.
When will it end?
Soon.

Creaking and cracking…
The sound of final demise?
Or maybe a calling…
A warn from ancestors before-
Audible pleas and cries,
To carry on their lore.
To carry on their song.
When will it end?
Soon.

A deafening snap!
Violent incoherence…
Welcoming rays on endless tap.
Deciphered inference…
Standing tall,
Full of color.
Full of resolve.
When will it begin?
With the spread of your wings…
Now.