Rise, out of ash and cinder the flames have long burned away the grey has taken over it has seeped into my soul nothing to hope, nothing to dream I look out from behind hazy, burntout eyes but I don't believe anything I've seen streets grey with ash and rain faint flourescent lights cut into the day they're grey too skies of a sick blue-grey darken with my eyes, burning, intense and fevered black-silhouetted kids in the street running-the story of thier lives spray cans and knives drop and shatter smooth pools of liquid silver a splash, a silence, their footsteps fade the grey will come for them soon I turn back to my skies the smooth silent nothingness--the grey, is fading into an angry, violent purple-black swirling, crashing and raging all before my darkening eyes the violent skies build up inside my soul the fill that grey void I lash out with it, against it the angry streets entangle me oily black rain burns like acid on my face snakes rise up out of nowhere they strangle my limbs those kids rush towards me in a fit of rage they've realized their black, endless violence I flail against the snakes and monsters the kids have transformed into before my eyes I kick I scream I punch I tear I claw I rage I smash I flail I rip I bleed I gouge I thrash I shove I slam I stab I kill I kill I kill I kill I kill I kill I kill I kill I breathe sweating, gasping, four bodies lie twisted, around my feet in black, evil pools of blood my jagged breath, my heaving chest I stagger to a dark black place away from streetlights and violence knees drawn up head down I wait the black has drained from my soul vanished freezing, sweating, trembling, I wait the grey will come soon the calm, still nothingness of the grey "There is nothing worse than watching the grey arrive."
Reason for writing:
uncertainty, insecurity, temporality, finitude, restlessness, new awakenings, are the ultimate realities of human existance
Birth sign: Gemini
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