alone

consumed

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consumed
by a time warp
I sit still
and steady
my heart beating with the hands
that slowly go about the clock
it’s tick tock
tick tock
drowned by the reverb
harmoniously coming from my chest

you knocked (a December chill)

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you knocked
faintly on my door
whispering truths that would be lies
between the cracks
in the wood
truths with no bounds
you fumbled on the lock
trying again and again
the key that used to work
it was the only key
until your façade began to fade
reverting back to the negative
which cannot be hidden in the darkness
your secrets unbound all at once
a door slammed shut on your face
bolted down
the knocks grew louder
as my heart throbbed it fought
wanting to find a place for you
but my mind
told me it was a trick
just some silly street magic
so I blocked it out
for as long as possible
until my heart gave way
and I found the strength to open the door
but you were gone
and left in your place
was the bitter cold
a December chill

I hear it again

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I hear it again
the faint ticking
much like that of crickets
outside a summer window

the voice
crystal clear
in even the largest of crowds
my un-subdued conscious

it guides me
my own north star
and my internal compass
it is all that is good

I thought it was gone forever
my days continually spiraled down a black hole
I heard little but the shadowy white noise
of this world

which cares little of me

I welcome
its candor and beauty
with open ears
and a full heart

I am still there

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I am still there

 

on the well beaten path

that you are just now discovering

guiding you on your way

 

holding on to the coattails of the wind

that rushes through the trees

whispering your name

 

in the stars you gaze upon

in the night sky

lighting your path when the sun cannot

 

I am the cool grass on a hot day

the ear that listens when you need it most

the love you will always have

 

though you cannot see me

you can feel me

 

I am still here

the hill

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the hill

is his place of comfort

its plush green grass provides a seat unlike any other

soft

warm

cool

it is all that he needs it to be

 

from this spot he watches

 

he watches as the sun slowly starts to hide itself

vibrant green leaves change to red

before falling into piles that dampen your foot

or crunch with every step you take

he watches as the snow fall blankets his world

and covers the tops of the buildings in the city below

 

he watches children chase each other

sprinting ahead at the last minute

 

he watches as traffic stalls in the city

horns blaring and beeping

echoing through the sky

 

when he’s on the hill

he acts as a sponge

soaking in the world around him

continuing to grow

learning how to get by in the world around him

 

each day he descends from the hill is stronger

a better version of himself

and he tries not to let that fade

as he joins the masses on the streets

 

he feels

alone

until the heavy wood door clunks behind him

whisking up an aroma of aged wood and fresh bread

and he feels once again what it is like to breath

you are alone

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you are alone

wrapped so tightly inside your thoughts

you can’t find your way out

 

pressured and misled by what’s around you

you become cold like steel

and wound like a spool of thread

 

you forget who you are

and become what you’re not

sunny skies turned to a sheet of grey

 

but that grey isn’t scary

and it doesn’t have to be who you are

you’re an individual

 

you are made up of so many things

be your own person

push the grey that clouds your eyes

 

and see once again

the sun

that shines down from above

it wasn’t the fall

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it wasn’t the fall

that caused my spine to shiver

a numbness so cold

even the summer sun

no longer radiated its warmth on my skin

 

the longing ache in the pit of my stomach grew

spread through my limbs

tingling the tips of my fingers

knocked my worn sneakers off the hard clay

and threw me on to the cold ground

 

the day you left was the end

a flame was extinguished

that can never be rekindled

each day the darkness grows

ink slowly blotting over me

 

I long for the day the sun rises again

but an unsettling fear grows stronger each day

as I trample through the rubble that has become my life

love has disappeared

and it has taken with it even the stars