All Encompassing Box

musicismylife78

technicolor twirled octagon square

patches of light

Darkness flooded with an all encompassing warmth

hands cradle this object that defies parameters

the glass fogs, held too tight

encasing dreams, hopes, desires, fears and love

Its pure, untouched, unblemished, radiant

There it rests, reassuring reminder, saving grace

untouchable, it is you, it is free

Over time, its face is now faded

rusty

jagged feels of sandpaper on an off day

the hands flinch, it flies, flies, flies...

holding shape, then crashing, cracking

its beautiful contours

now only a memory

pieces scatter, millions, billions

tears stream, down and collect on the remnants

of what was your everything

static of tv's catches your eye

as glass and light collide

young screen starlet cries "Who made them the Future?"

The tears hurt

but they numb the razor sharp shards

of glass now cutting deep in your ankles and toes

your entire body sighs and screams

carefree summers and sun that refused to fade

this continued march of death and scarred minds needs to cease

How does one get reborn when there is no future?

I feel I have no future

How does one move on when dreams and desires break

and leave you

with only tears and blood

and unending waters of heart wrenching pain and sorrow

deadnote

i love you

your words are in form of something greater than my being

your wisdom and intelligence are graceful

and still sad as well

it is love for me to know its possible to collect your thoughts

in this poem