A Terrible Thing

It is a terrible thing to be so lost that not moving seems to be the safest choice. It is a terrible thing to be so still that life passes you faster than you hear your own voice. It is a terrible thing, yes, but terrible things have been conquered before.

Destroy

Scan 27

I break all that I touch;
what my fingers linger on,
collapses within itself.
My voice is a blade,
ripping through fabric around me:
A deafening noise.
I shall retreat into myself,
in hopes to destroy what destroy;
A strange phenomenon:
Kill what is yours
to smother what is within.

Over a City

Scan 10

The moon waves over the city,
her lights glowing back,
telling an old story of glory
that grew where history sat.
Waiting for a change in air,
a new breathe to be believed.
The moon waves over the city,
her lights fading back.