Writings From A Drifted Mind

You are the only wind through hell.

The gentlest of caresses a cool embrace that warms without heat.

The only Deviation from an existence with little alleviation.

Closest thing I can feel to joy in this place.

Were you stronger you could blow me from here.

Alas I am no kite and must walk out on my own accord.*

Flesh and bone stitched up in mourning. 

Dressed in black  as dark as the new moon.

Day as cold as the morning dew as if the earth itself is crying.

She had disparaged her marriage and guilt now gutted her insides.

Vain attempts to wipe their past fights from her mind.

Digging deeper she finds that first flash of smile before all the trying times.

Smiling back despite her self framed between the rolling tears passing down her cheeks.

Give it all to get him back as he descends for an eternal nap.*

The words are on the tip of my tongue but they always seem to get tied up.

Speaking out of turn Can’t help but perturb the surrounding public

Giving out sincere apologies with unintelligible mumbling.

Stammering out utterances in attempts of humor just for the world to laugh back at me.

Never to get a word out edge wise left simply surmise now it is best not to speak.

Lost a voice not to choice but for the crushing cruelty of the world.

*

It struck and it flashed and billions of lives were dashed but some still wandered.

Their only desire was to survive a few more days.

Their long term hope gone, groping for the the few seconds with each sunrise.

To them now Life comes in cans spooning out the bottom with desperate hands to lick the fingers clean no waste with means so meager. 

Values have collapsed and a bottle of water is worth more than gold.

They seek each other in the wastes remnants in the remains huddling for warmth as the last fires of humanity burn out to the dark.*