Daily missive for Wednesday the 11th of March.~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive for Wednesday the 11th of March.

Even beauty
Is corrupted
When the heart struggles
To break free
From its malaise.
Sadness can be many things,
Mourning
Can take the place
Of breathing,
And nothing
Stays the insufferable,
Overpowering
Feeling of suffocation,
For more than
Just a moment.
Even familiar
Places
Are too demanding.
And the tragedy
Of friendly faces
Is the legacy

They leave,
Imprinted on your soul
When they move on,
And you are left
With nothing
But a hole,
Where your
Good grace used to be.
All you see
Is wasteland
Not the smile
Or the helping hand.
They are shadows,
Some lighter than others.
It is the timelessness
That frightens you.
An eternity
In every second.
The hollow sound
Of an empty room.
Even when it is
Full of laughter,
It is a drowning
Pool of noise.

Piercing the surface
Of your protection,
Cutting to the bone.
Reminding
And confiding
An infernal
Inner voice.
A silent mime,
That denotes,
You are
Out of time,
And mind.
With nothing left
To comfort you
But the passing
Of the days,
And the beauty
Of forgetting,
That comes with age
And only,
Ever really fades
With the dying,
Of death,
And the very
Final,
Endless, breath.