by unfortunate circunstance
the gods could not save me last night,
were unable to take my soul for their own
or for the devil
or for the nothingness,
and what is left seems now
unfixable,
for no other word but
paralysis
will explain
just how badly
i wished i could leave last night.
i still wish-
upon falling stars
in hopes that one of them
will be a god
that died too soon,
for we no longer believe.
and why should we?
all we have ever known is darkness
and the sky at night gives
such light
to our emptiness.
how could we possibly pray
to nothingness
any longer?
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
