A Break In Life

Slow, like drops, from a christening bath

ripples quick, and shining fast

Purest and yet dark as dusk

A fallen angel is a must

Wings of fire, heart of ash

eyes of storms, bestil my past

and daggers break

on gilded glass

to shatter through

let nothing last

A strike, a blow, a crash of light

A flicker dies, eternal night

And yet I sit in still and calm

for hoping, I will see no harm

And still I wait

and here I suffer

A dying breath, and take for cover

A strike, a bow, and black again

Promise me

my friend

that this will end.

Silence, empty, lies, false

Why tell me that I had a pulse?

Why tell myself belief is key?

Now nothing is left

Remains be seen.

Then, back to life, like nothing died

I pause and blink…

blood, still inside.

The light is warm, too hot, can’t see

I take a step.

Then two,

then three.

Eccentrix Poems