Wednesday, 28 September 2016

A Short Story

A short story 

"Please I need your help"

He is all alone and the rain clouds have gathered
All the darkness of space will enter him again
It's been fifteen years and yet, darkened skies 
Pour all of the world's emptiness into his being

There is too much of "all" in what you are saying 
Nothing is as dramatic as you seem to imagine 
He has it all - kids, paid workshops, the works
If you want emptiness, welcome to my lonely flat 

Emptiness seeks its own, perhaps that's why I am here?
There is music left in life, as much for you as for him 
Hold his hand, I will splash blue water colors all over
He writes books full of empty lines, you dream in rhyme

And when he leaves, dear stranger, will you seek me again?

But in you, he will find me, his lost agony and pain
Words will flutter around his spirit like holy butterflies 
Hold his hand, fragrant forests will bloom in beauty
Sweet tingles, goosebumps, endless wait, all will live 
Why would he leave?

Sweetest muse, words trace edges of angst, of loss, 
As does the truest music and all is lost, if pain leaves
So leave he will, to find his muse 
For it is loss that creates, not possession 

And what of your empty rhymes, then?

Fine, will text him again 








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