Member Rara Avis
Memories uninvited, well they sing to me, so soft.
A man dearly nearsighted to the distant and aloft.
A dream once kept in pocket, life itself drifting away.
Tomorrow on the docket, never once live for the day.
A soul gifted to christening—all happiness to purge.
I sing to no one’s listening, silence become my dirge.
Echoes wafting through shadow, but a flutter to the eye
Fading to the dim afterglow of never said goodbye.
The well marked skin, the sightless stare: bare tributes to hope lost—
The demise of a heart laid bare—lines unknowingly crossed.
The specters of the living, all, oblivious my tread.
My march itself becomes the pall of a man all but dead.
I let the darkness claim me as this quest, devoid of shine,
Just further serves to shame me to the kiss I would name Mine.
This schism between have and want, when neither fills the need.
I wander through life’s endless haunt, forsaken by the deed.