Crumbling Nightstand
written by: Jecht Fair
@jechtfair
Silhouettes shade cover the floor,
early morning light appears no more,
just the pitter patter of the fallen rain,
kissing the window from grey sky to transparent pane-
The weariness buried in ones eyes burn,
whence the light,
no matter how dim,
causes me to yearn…..
For bedcovers that drown me in comforting defeat,
to shield such fragility,
cover my chilled feat,
still the hearts beat.
A pill appears on the nightstand,
whisks me away to an ethereal land,
no sand on ground or sky with sound,
the nightstand crumbles into a white orb on the ground.
I have returned once again,
through the white orb sent
left with myself – forever alone,
no longer trapped in a tear stained home-
I am an author and poet who wishes to share beauty with a world in which i believe has lost sight of the truly important goals. The attainment of perfection through the medium of literature, poetry and art. To attain an understanding of the human form in all of its aspects, good and bad, even the mediocre and seemingly unimportant.
I just wish to be remembered as we all do, to live on through the vastness of eternity, even when our body falls by the way side.... we still wish to fight on and that is all we can do as human beings who live an uncertain existence.
I just wish to be remembered as we all do, to live on through the vastness of eternity, even when our body falls by the way side.... we still wish to fight on and that is all we can do as human beings who live an uncertain existence.
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