Waiting

Back to writing again,

Waiting 9/11/2014  

I turn around backwards

And look at myself

Staring through a pinhole

Dumb and unaware.

With the distance of time

It hurts even more

As I see the folly

And the waste. 

Knowing is not enough

But it is all I have

And so I push on through

And see where it goes.

Like a fish hook through a finger

With the barb embedded

Halfway through

There is no pulling back

But only pushing through. 

Life hurts

And the damage is done

As we either learn to endure

Or die along the way.

I am empty

And I have nothing left

All alone and forgotten

Rejected and wounded.

People talk around me

And I can hear their voices

Phony, fake, foolish, and dumb

Nothing but words

To get through the day.

They say what they must

Just to buy time

Long enough to fool the foolish

And do what they will. 

Soon it will be done

And the worst is yet to come

As the last numbers are counted

One two three and done. 

Evil is patient

And evil waits

Giving just enough

To mestastize and grow. 

Hiding the truth

And misleading the dumb

With a fake plan

Of empty words. 

It’s not about who they love

But only about who they hate

As they seek to limit

Reduce and kill. 

Someone somewhere waits

And there waiting

Is almost over

As the months become weeks

And the weeks become days. 

I have seen them

And they have seen me

Their dull eyes full of hatred

And jealousy. 

They see the world

In a zero sum solution

And hope for attrition

To kill off what remains. 

But it is their world

That is dying

And it is their evil

That rots.  

Space and time

Also end

And collapse backwards

Because it has already happened

In a blink of an eye. 

Zero point is here

As we head into the tunnel

Passing through the eye

Unseen and invisible.