Lament the lost love

I was born in 2010, but I’m not so young
I am just now feeling for the first time
Before I experienced life and was happy
But now I look up and an imaginary cord
Drags, drags, drags on my head

And as I force my way against it
And as I try to gain control, and return
Instead my heart shrinks to a small, cold stone
And my ribs compress and squeeze
I look out upon the world, suddenly alive

This new life, this new feeling of pain
I know my body in ways I had not before
My heart had beat steadily every day
But now I wish I could take it out and stop its
Pound, pound, pound in my chest

I look up at the plane-less sky in wonder
And dream I am floating away into the unbroken blue
The cold that envelops me up there
Invigorates my soul and distracts my mind
My mind, though distracted, remains on her

She haunts me wonderfully
I close my eyes and she is there
I make a cup of tea and a fond memory invades
And every event, throughout every day
Reminds, reminds, but I am alive

A Hopeless Life

The heavy sky, burdened by the weight of piled clouds
Loomed and threatened the labourers toiling on the exposed hillside
A shaft of hope sprung forth and as suddenly was devoured
Ominously, the supernatural preoccupied the hopeless souls
Until from their earthly presence they were released

Wonder

The wonder of all things is that they exist at all
That I can see at all surprises me
For the space between atoms is so vast and
Water cannot be seen except by dint of its effects

Place some water in a container that is white
And cup your hands around your eyes
You won’t see the water’s surface
Any more than you will see between the molecules

Our eyes are tuned to the force fields of matter
Our existence lends much to what we need
Yet the pain of living is one of its wonders
And a life is better for having been suffered

Who amongst the thralls would die
Having never felt heartbreak?
Heartbreak is a fundamental factor of life
Heartbreak is a something to cherish while it lasts

The provider of this pain is not evil, nor is the recipient a victim
But the burning hatred that eats your heart
And feeds the butterflies in your gut
Has nowhere to aim, thank God, but in

Water’s ripples are not seen directly
You see only reflections disturbed
And the life we live inside our minds
Is disturbed like so many molecules’ heat.