death

Held to Dirt

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Dreams of death haunt me,
I see my children weeping.
Looking from the grave,
I long to kiss away tears,
Though forever held to dirt.

-Hunter Coch


Within the Street Lit Room

Within the street lit room
The woman stands with her back to the man.

Within the street lit room
The man walked towards her.

Within the street lit room
The city flashes from behind the blinds.

Within the street lit room
She turns to catch his gaze.

Within the street lit room
Anger fills his face.

Within the street lit room
She smiles gently.

Within the street lit room
The crowds and cars blair from Below.

Within the street lit room
Falls a knife.

Within the street lit room
The door slams violently.

Within the street lit room
The sounds of a woman running down the hall can be heard.

Within the street lit room
Is the smell of iron and liquor.

Within the street lit room
Lies the man bloodied and fallen.

Then the street lit room
The Beast lies dead.


Lost, Three Tanka

1.
Despair rips across
Thoughts and vivid dreams of life,
Opening the mind
To visions of hopelessness
And paths that lead into fog.

2.
Lost in grey water
That floats silent through the streets
Touching broken hearts,
Breathing life into dark thoughts,
And a future of white pain.

3.
Pale is the autumn
At the dawn of October,
Atop rain-soaked streets
Full with the wandering lost,
All they see is a warm home.


Awake

I awoke to find self loathing,
A spark of death in my heart.

I awoke to swimming despair,
A drop heartache in an ocean.

I awoke to the light fading,
And the hurt expanding by leagues.

I awoke to a new emptiness,
That’s as old as my age of existence.

I awoke to the pains I’ve caused
To an undeserving heart.

I awoke to a moonless night
The stars no longer speak.


Momentary

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Bright in the night sky,
A blooming flower of light.

Momentary life.


It Screams

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It screams from beyond

Sanity’s deep perception.

Delving deep within . . .

 

Oh death, we cry, come take us,

Oh death, we beg, release us.

 

It drinks deep from pain

Ripping out forgotten thoughts,

Leaving but a husk . . .

 

Oh death, we cry, come take us,

Oh death, we beg, release us.

 

Alone in tremors,

In a spiral of despair,

Inconsolable . . .

 

Oh death, we cry, come take us,

Oh death, we beg, release us.


Silenced Song

On a hot dry night

I was born by the river

Under milky stars

And a moonless, painted sky.

 

On a hot dry night

A song of running whispers

Ran through the valley

Giving to fields and children.

 

On a hot dry night

The song of life went silent

Under milky stars

Leaving not but bones and dust.

 

On a hot dry night

I walked through the rivers corpse

Under milky stars

I waited for whispered songs,

 

But she laid silent and still.