Burning in Solace
Take a breath,
hold it in until that euphoric
sensation shrouds the mind
and what was once a panoramic view
now turns white.
Forget the problems of the last five minutes
until the white mixes and turns to
the blood reds and
sky blues that vision is normally accustomed too.
Then I
remember what got me there,
remember who I am,
remember that burning in the deepest
part of a heart so neatly wrapped in a black
blanket of regret.
Grasp the comfort of a pen placed between
the thumb and ring finger.
The red bump near the left most cuticle
becomes larger as the pen moves over its ninth
page and doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon.
Brown eyes with a hint of yellow
are locked on a page with no lines
and plenty of words to fill the book that
will come from the pleasure my sadness brings.
The warmth of a whisper between lovers
divides the freezing air that winter
has graciously bestowed upon the Earth.
A storm rolls in from the west
and snow begins to blend with
the white pages,
blue words become confusing
mixtures of what was once a grasp of reality.
A man moves slowly towards the city
with his head facing the ground
and his chin burrowed in a winter jacket.
He forgets everything but the cold,
including a folded piece of paper
with blue marks left upon the
wooden planks of a park bench...
hold it in until that euphoric
sensation shrouds the mind
and what was once a panoramic view
now turns white.
Forget the problems of the last five minutes
until the white mixes and turns to
the blood reds and
sky blues that vision is normally accustomed too.
Then I
remember what got me there,
remember who I am,
remember that burning in the deepest
part of a heart so neatly wrapped in a black
blanket of regret.
Grasp the comfort of a pen placed between
the thumb and ring finger.
The red bump near the left most cuticle
becomes larger as the pen moves over its ninth
page and doesn't plan on stopping anytime soon.
Brown eyes with a hint of yellow
are locked on a page with no lines
and plenty of words to fill the book that
will come from the pleasure my sadness brings.
The warmth of a whisper between lovers
divides the freezing air that winter
has graciously bestowed upon the Earth.
A storm rolls in from the west
and snow begins to blend with
the white pages,
blue words become confusing
mixtures of what was once a grasp of reality.
A man moves slowly towards the city
with his head facing the ground
and his chin burrowed in a winter jacket.
He forgets everything but the cold,
including a folded piece of paper
with blue marks left upon the
wooden planks of a park bench...