Our lives are the barest blink
A piece of kelp in an endless ocean
Brought to the surface and then forgotten
The world does not notice
It does not matter the streets you walk
The lives you touch, the people you hurt
There is only dust on the lonely road
And an implacable destination in the distance
The living scream I am here, breath fades,
Every rough-throated sob echoes across
The empty desolation, a sonar plea
For an unknowable meaning
In the end, when the axe swings down
And you are gone, the eye shuts,
Tears well up, a hand reaches to
Grasp another, words have no use
A Morse code message from the
Black space in between the stars
Pushes out a plaintive finale that
Resonates in the empty dark
I am gone.
Hold me close.
I am here.
Let me go
Poetry Overdose 