poetry – Page 4 – akennific

The Mole

Going to need a moment

To step back from life today.

May have got a fever,

Been sick too long to say.

Brother’s coming over

Worried for me if I stay

In my room any longer.

Just leave me in my decay.

How do I shake myself

And dry up all the pain?

Need to just man up-

There’s nothing left to blame.

Someone show me friendship,

So I can do the same

And remind me that I’m human

So I’ll come out again.

Going to need an answer

To all the prayers I made.

Need it for my daughter-

She cannot see me fade.

Need to be a little stronger

For just a few more days.

Focus on my family –

God I’m scared to be afraid.

Perspective

I clenched my fist, caressed a sigh

And asked a wish of Father Time.

“Let me see my flowers bloom

One sunny, weekend afternoon.

From seed to dust my eyes will taste,

Before my sands all fall to waste.”

Divine appeared and sat beside.

She soothed my soul with loving eyes.

“You seek time to see your flower

Grow and die in a few hours.

But I fear the oath you take

your Flower did already make.”

Then Father Time did sternly say

“Let them watch each other grey.”

Accepting The Hard Road

I cry at the sun

For grafting connection.

She cleansed shadowed section

Between arms and spine.

My head won’t swallow

this pillow of laughter,

fed to me thereafter,

where Her light touched mine.

How tame my soldier’s

Battle-worn ecstasy?

Now without enemy

Or food of his own?

“Answer’s not simple,

But lay in the flowered

Field choices empowered

That your light has shown.”

Why Bother

Blinkers and blinders

Forget where my place is.

Stumble off course,

And my Brother retraces.

Too far ahead,

Wind slows my paces.

So easy to give up

The race would then mean less.

My actions condemn

All the efforts of men

Until I am shoulder to shoulder again.

Crying Trees

Would be a shame if it rained today.

I would have to watch flowers and trees

Cry rivers away from me.

Fortunately, I’m resilient

And expected this anyway.

But I wouldn’t wish it on you.

I didn’t wish it for you.

So I guess for the moment,

It’s just you and me.

Drying off the canopy,

And seeing what’s underneath.

I think we’re a lot stronger

than we were led to believe.

Got lost in the forrest

Hiding wet eyes from trees.

Forgive me if I lost you,

taking for granted you would find me.

Preventable Guilt

“Sorry, no change” he impatiently moans.

Head down past the beggars,

While crossing his fingers

In pockets once lined with the dust from his bones.

Stressed about how he will look walking by.

Is humanity’s sin

Letting Apathy in?

Who should be judged if the beggars should die?

Like a Desert Tree

Then stride through existence!

The back of your insects

Stretch out with persistance

The world you know.

But shame, it’s a desert!

Be small in your present,

And be sure to assess

Where you wanted to go.

For now I am stronger

due to your resistance.

Destruction no longer

Will stop me to grow.

Brother of Fishes

I lay with rivers,

Breathing with crickets,

Grounded by image

Of comforting sky.

Sheltered by Forest,

My Brothers of Fishes

and Sister of Flowers

that dance where I lie.