Kyle Coare - Sailboat of raindrops and dew

Within

 

Aaaaaarrrrrrrgggghhhhh

That’s how it feels deep within.

inside, below my itching skin.

It's yelling to escape.

I need to recharge,

my battery drained.

 

I must go

but the doors are just entrances

no exit signs show.

Stares, icy glares

from mirrors that line

the stairs that just lead me

deeper into this lair.

I despair, I can taste the anxiety

sitting still,

stagnant

in the air.

 

I need to get out

I'm clawing

cleaving

at my own face,

at my own skin.

As if excavating my flesh

will get me away

from these buried grave-like feelings

 

Up feels like down,

left is right but wrong,

signs lead to steep slides.

I can't hold back the sound,

the hateful song,

like fearful tides.

 

The clock face laughs,

cracks splinter the windowpane,

like fresh tire tracks 

over crisp green field

The pain inside snaps

and I'm down. 

Flat,

vulnarable

exposed on my back.

 

Then it dawns.

There is no cause for alarm,

these people are not enemies,

they don't cause me harm.

they offer hands to help,

they speak calm.

So, I breath.

In and out.

Taking in comfort

and blowing away 

the fear and doubt.

 

 

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Sailboat of raindrops and dew

 

Sailed on moonbeams,

upon clouds, deep blue seas

on a boat made of memory.

Skyward fantasy.

Where all I see 

is an aging faded

image of me.

 

Sailing through the dusky views,

on sailboats made of raindrops and dew.

Stories of my youth.

Teardrop filled oceans,

midnight-soaked hues.

Colour the sky in purple and blue.

 

Sailing through the twilight sky,

on a boat formed from the question why,

with bits of when and how

forming the mast and the bow.

It guides towards answers to riddles I've pondered.

It shows me things I've always wondered.

 

Sailing on these clouds of reflection,

show me my past transgressions.

The hits and the misses.

Butterfly heart thrown sweet kisses.

From deep below deck,

my thoughts are stoked.

This boat formed from words I spoke

and the windows make the view so clear,

crystal images held so very near.

 

 

 

 

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Not So Grim

 

So misunderstood,

my intentions are good.

I just want to lead the way.

Give some company on their last day.

So why am I portrayed

as a beast of the night?

All I do is lead people to the light.

Yes, I carry a scythe,

it's symbolic, alright

and you never know

when bushes and thorns may grow

and you need to plough a way through.

 

If I wasn't here

the dead would just amble aimlessly.

Endlessly walking down nameless streets.

They should build a shrine for me,

not a figure of hate to fear or flee.

I guess I am but a skeleton in a hoodie,

but I made these things cool

long before you were a child in school

and I never wore a shell suit,

so, I'm already one up on you.

 

Misrepresented,

I should get a better agent.

My talents are wasted,

I have walked with royalty

and the powerful nobility.

The artists I've guided.

Poor and impoverished,

a path I provided.

The old and the young,

I've listened to stories of lives sung,

as we strolled side by side.

My bony hand on their shoulder

when their final tears are cried.

 

 

 

 

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Peace, Love and Poetry 

 

Kyle