Wednesday, August 10, 2016

In ore gladii (Poem)

It's getting hard to breathe.
To think.
The air is heavy,
unbearably hot and damp.
No solace from the rapid breeze.
Memories of yesterday offer no balm.

Of course, nobody to blame but oneself.
The air scatters pages that only bring shame.
Words become devoid of meaning
when embroiled by regret.
Words like hope are meaningless.
Except to hope that it happens fast.

(Wondering what they
would say.
Just following a
flight of
others
before,
they
will
say.)

There is truth
 in weariness.
There is veracity
in pain.
Up here, eyes are staring
 intently.
Down there, it won't
 matter anymore.

(
Longer
than
expected.
)

The eternal debate
gets nearer and nearer.
What is cowardice
anyways?
Delusions destroying
dreams.
Let gravity to its
thing.

Let's see what lies beyond
Let's s

(2016)