Apathetic Empathy
When the nerves have died
What else is there to do
Except float on in the empty
Abyss?
Why does the skin not melt with the heat of the fire?
Why do the rivers on the face not dry up?
Never ending cycle of
Pain.
The darkness cloaks the dagger until it plunges deep,
Dragging across vital organs,
Tearing and ripping,
Flesh exposed.
Can the dead feel pain?
Do their hearts beat?
Do their brains function?
It seems so, yet not so –
Space
Like being lost without being found,
Like being locked in a dungeon,
Like falling from a great height,
Like a full stop.
You carry on regardless,
Through the never-ending,
Restless dreaming,
Turn and toss.
Following the gifted,
The special, the wonderful,
The ones who never know,
Why are they blind to sight?
Lead you into the night,
The moon shaded in,
The wind is screaming madness,
Please, God, let me in –
Equestrian Heart
Be still, oh galloping heart,
No running in the meadows,
No nibbling on the cool, sweet grass,
Be still, oh be still.
Rest in your stable now,
Sleep in eternal rest,
Dreaming of the other life,
The one without the dead.
No more the owner visits,
To tend to you needs,
No more money paid
For your upkeep.
Stop moving now, sleep fitfully,
Never stir again,
The blissful peace will welcome you,
To wake,
Never again.