Half Life

Half Life                11/22/2016

Some days are raw

Picked and rubbed

Dry and bleeding

Emotions flowing

Like blood and water. 

Time passing slowly

And sinking in your stomach

As we light upon irrational worry

One after another. 

Thoughts come and go

And inertia pulls me down

Forcing my duties

Further and further

Down the road. 

Everyone is here

But we do not communicate at all

Only in perfunctory greetings

Sent out into space. 

I labored across the hours

A small blip on the screen

Unknown and unblemished

By power or influence. 

Others struggle also

With demons and rum

Wrestling with odd temptations

And exasperating minutia.

I have sideswiped many

And stared across the crowd

Momentarily linked

And lost.

Unable to connect

And unable to speak

Solitary prisoners

Silent and alone. 

Heavy as a headache

And hot as a fever

The lost chances of life

And staring at the floor. 

I wanted it all

Without thinking

Now I live

In the ruins

Halfway done

And halfway alive.  

Fear is the only thing

Between us

And courage is only way out

Lest we all die stupid,

Voiceless, and dark.

Paint it now

With bold brush strokes

Far and wide

In scorching orange

And searing red.

Splashed on the page

In overflowing prose

The shout of God

Through our own

Mouth and tongue.

Let the tiny flicker

Be fed from above

The spirit unleashed

For the whole world to see.

Yes even the hurt

And yes even the pain

All for a purpose

That we may never see. 

Someone

Somewhere

Needs it now

So let it flow

Rich, perfect, and free.