The light cool trickle,
Patting at my skin,
Quickly falling down,
From the smudges in the sky.
Ever so slightly,
The breeze quickens it’s pace,
The drops flutter in the air,
Surrendering their right to fly.
The pulsating in my chest thickens,
It pulls against my common sense,
Refusing to form to it’s design,
Patterning itself after chaos.
The blood rushes to and fro,
Desperately resurfacing where it may,
Acting as if the words I seek,
Are missing; at a loss.
Pure emptiness consumes,
Leaving it’s victims helpless and so,
Frigid beyond perception,
Lying lifeless on the ground.
Oh we couldn’t get away,
We can not get away this time,
From the orderless mess we made,
Everyone dying from what we have not found.
And now our desperations seek us out,
Daring us to give this our all,
Knowing that we evaporate,
When we are outwitted–and we always are.
But the end we search for,
Isn’t always the common end in mind,
And so few of us can find The Way,
If only we do not wander too far.