Althiar

A raindrop, Falling from the clouds, Sparkles and spins, dancing, Crying; a spent tear Of heavens eye. My hand catches it, A sinning grasp— All thumbs, trying To find a way, To speak. My shaking fingers, A gimped spider, Surround the dying drop Like claws. I am startled That this gift has fallen to my palm. So fragile, So simple a thing; Yet my tears come, As it is lost In the falling summer rain.

Grinding pressure building slowly, A sore point centered in my chest. My heart turns with bloody force Breaking free of its ribby cage, Leaving me hollow in agony. I am blinded; The darkness of shock, Left by my torn open chest, Where I gasp for living breath. You are at fault. You, who have broken my mind and left my body in twisted throes, Writhing in my own crimson soaked soul. My Lord and My God; He lifts me, dripping red, to my feet, To serenely walk heartlessly forward once more. My footprints, thin wet smears, On the slick surface of sanity’s cusp. One hand an abyss, the other oblivion. Teetering, I lift my gory feet One

Each step breaking the trembling glass, A path across the river of uncertainty, My feet careful, my shoes heavy Full of nails stabbing down. I cannot avoid A fall into uncertainty. When I see you, When your voice stills my ears, Silence is true only for me. Their hard laughter, their pointed eyes; Other’s sounds, other’s views Bring apprehensions. I do not know What to do. With every piece of time Shattered from my life’s hourglass, I die a little more. Separate from you And your gossamer innocence—naked To my welded-closed eyes, I am filled With fear. I look to the next chance To be near you and hear you