Requiem for the lost: Alive

A poem for life

Eyes are tired and
Barely, barely
kept open like the window with a broken
Latch, they fall,
slam shut
I hold them up
but still they give

Heart, weary and
barely, oh, so sincerely with
The Most amount of effort I assure you
however not without grief remains open,
open like the window through which
I look to the ground below and
let it fly, I let it lie
down

Lie down, sweet child and breathe, just
breathe
Tears taste bitter like the morning cup and
I promise, I promise I’ll add one less scoop tomorrow for
one less worry and will hope for it to fade,
wade out with the passing breeze, yet
Still, still
It lingers, when

Sadness is warn not within but on
The surface, dear boy you can
taste as it seeps through your pores and
corrodes another mark, like
War Paint, a face, visage that you
wear, not to hide, no
Emphasize, because you can cover
Your ears and ignore the noise but only
The Blind mightn’t notice the
impact as your body screams at the
impertinent triage, faces turned in
fear their own sadness may besiege them

In the fortress, built and manifested through
countless days spent face down, lungs open and
Praying to the universe that this moment might be
your last, boy, and
notice the change once surfaced,
colours and sounds
As vibrant as the day you were born,
you wail twice louder because the first breath you take
when deprived of air is sweet enough to
make even the most bitter
come alive