Vermis Meridiem

More Stars than There are

Month: January, 2015

Soon Not to Be

The palpable

Premonitions—

Hardened, Stubborn

Lumps

Underneath the skin—

 

Foretell of imminent,

Painful,

Yet gradual

Decease;

 

The Worst

Of its kind—

Like a daytime Nightmare,

Hunting me

So I shall never

Sleep.

 

Who knew

Death

Was so Unapologetically

Mischievous?

 

King of the

Darkest humor,

You leave me

Speechless;

 

Foreshadowing my

Cease-to-be

With such Irony;

Inflicting

Fear and Sadness

So Immense,

 

All the while

Having convinced me

That you are

Funny.

 

What does a creature

So small

Do,

Facing a Force

Grand

Beyond comprehension?

 

I joke back

And Live this

Day

Like

Any

Other

Day,

 

But without

A minute of

Complaint.

 

 

The Sunshine Missing

Wishing to get clean

Once again,

I stand in the shower—

 

Looking at

Countless droplets

Sliding down

My wax-like skin ,

 

I wondered

 

Would they really,

Grazing swiftly past,

With them carry

My Filth away?

 

Wishing to Rewind

Back to the Swell Ways,

Yet all I want

Is to Forget;

 

Craving to be Saved,

But I know Sunshine

Is

Days

Away.

Serious Pang

“Sometimes

It’s like someone 

Took a knife, baby,

 

Edgy and Dull,

 

And cut

A Six-Inch Valley

Through the middle 

Of my Soul.”

 

 

—I’m On Fire, Bruce Springsteen.