cole

i write poetry

[not-enough-boness]

Contentment

A phantom

Creeping along the all-too-familiar path

Night after night

As it always does.

Back and forth

Back and forth

Back and forth

.

.

.

Along this trail,

It had died

But unable to unshackle itself,

Unable to remember,

It paces

Looking for an answer.

.

.

.

Something new appears.

An answer!

..or so it thought.

No more 

Pacing,

Pacing,

Pacing,

Now it is

Running,

Dashing, 

Chasing!

…But, what is that new thing?

What is it trying so desperately to catch?

A glimmer of hope in the everlasting night

Just as soon fading away as it began to appear.

.

.

And once again,

The spirit will vainly be

Searching for its eternal rest.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back

And 

Forth. 

[not-enough-boness]

String

Two candles

Across from one another

Sharing the same light

Bleeding down their bodies

The same dense substance

Bathing them in warmth

Connected by a frail tether

Singeing its hairs

Their only connection

Desire. 

One reaches

Fiery arm outstretching

Threatening their bond

The other follows

Hesitant

To further tempt the disruption

Snap.

The moment they met.

The taste of a shared flame

All for naught.

A string cannot be reformed,

And yet they were selfish

Selfish to believe that their tie would not be severed

Selfish to want more than they ought

Two strings, forever glued to the sides of either candle

Wrapped in guilt and guts

Never to allow them a chance to reconnect.