Inclement - 7/26/14

Time heals all wounds,
So the heartbroken simply have to stay strong and wait...
But what of the heartbreakers?
What is our fate?
Regret sets like the Sun.
Sadness rises like the Moon.
Alternating like night and day,
Leaving only the hope that peace will arrive soon.
Thoughts are much more like big, dark clouds.
Storms of contemplation rule.
Every "I wonder" rumbles like thunder,
While "maybes" and "what-ifs" pour vehemently.
Concern strikes like lightning,
Quick and intense.
It all happened despite decisions made with good intents.
What's right?
What's best?
Questions with no clear-cut answers.
...answers I surely won't find in this weather.
There aren't enough sandbags in the world,
Not enough levies in life,
To repel, or even restrain, a flood of doubts.
As water levels rise,
I can't help but be reminded of half-full eyes,
Welling with emotions swept around by the forces of nature.
Father Time will be responsible for your recuperation.
Karma will be responsible for my remuneration.
I'd give my last bit of sanity to give you the first sign of peace,
To put all of the pieces back together.
Instead, I'll watch you do it all,
Through the melancholy rainfall
Of this weather.

The Unsaid - 7/24/14

Do the words we leave unspoken
Scream in our minds?
Do they
Whisper in our hearts?
Or do they
Echo in our souls?
Where do they go?
Perhaps they fall in fields filled with memories?
Maybe that is a fortuitous fate.
When the past is recalled,
They show up, not a moment too late,
Accompanying images with intimate words
That once held appropriate weight,
But are now so heavy that they feel slurred.
Do we shackle these thoughts?
Trap them in our dark places
Because of the light that they once brought?
Hold them down...
Do anything to slow them down...
Because they remind us of what we once sought?
Ah, we drown them, right?
Night after night,
Dark liquor or white.
Intoxicate these ideas so they never seem stable enough to trust?
Or do we submerge them just to save them,
Playing hero to see how much they mean to us?
If we knew where they went,
What would it really mean?
Remnants of sentiments...
Would it be like visiting a crime scene?
Or maybe more like a morgue?
A collection of once warm and meaningful statements,
Now cold, lifeless, and stored...
Do the words we leave unspoken
Scream in our minds?
Do they
Whisper in our hearts?
Or do they
Echo in our souls?
Where do they go?
...do we really want to know?
Or are we asking just for show?

-A. Lewis

Ghosts - 7/21/14

What is it that speaks to you...
That sneaks to you,
In the middle of the night?
Who's visiting you?
What remnants are reanimated?
Does your recollection rile you up?
Or do you wish to relinquish it all?
We all have ghosts.
Emotions that never truly fade.
Feelings that leave, only to return...
Seeking to plague the places they once stayed.
Lit only by the moon,
They glow dimly;
Memorable relics of forgotten times.
Never haunting,
They simply stop by to remind us
That the past is never that far behind us.

-A. Lewis