Two Humans

Your chest hurts after the two of you fight, then you feel wretched at the hurt he anchors to the shore again.

You want to be understood, but the words and your overthinking mind both get in the way to betray who you really are.

Your hurting so strongly that your chest aches and your blood boils, as you feel the weight of it all.

His anchor won’t remain in the sea for very long, so don’t throw yourself into the deep waters of emotion;
there’s no need to lose yourself.

It’s only another fight.

You are both humans.

Soon you’ll both return
to your journey on
the sea of your lives.

Along the Kyle

Hills of green can be seen far and wide, although, down here forever is blind.

The sky is shy today, as he decides that we all need a decent dose of grey without rain.

Winds flow through the castle which once housed our family and our loved hearts.

The sky knows what my heart feels, but he’s always been good at knowing this.

I’ve travelled far and wide to try and escape the pain I feel missing you, but I cannot keep going forever.

The sky tells the rain to hold off. The rain tells the sky to fuck off. How like a married couple these two are in retrospect.

Walking along the Kyle, I know the time nears. How wonderful that after 100 years of your moods, you and I will meet again.

The rain begins to fall. It looks like the rain won that argument. Perhaps I will too.

Tangled in Treason

You were always the kid pushing boundaries. At school, some said you were the “it” kid.

You started to change at fifteen; eccentric cool turned into conservative stoicism.

You receded into yourself and I could not get in, although I tried; now you look through me and not at me.

Where did you go?
I’ve asked myself this question so many times; each answer appears insufficient to me.

Then, we saw your face on the news one hot December morning; you got Tangled in Treason.

You had a beard, wore your hair long, and your eyes looked haunted.

Where did Matthew go?
You lost your uniqueness and that spark; you receded inside and then became something new.

Why did Matthew do?
You had a vest strapped to your chest, as you entered a town square. The explosion sent you to forever or I know not where.

What will become of Matthew?
You killed yourself and a whole town square for them; cannon fodder for a lost cause.

Now, as the rain falls upon my face, I cry for you and your lost soul; it wasn’t worth all of that to die at fifteenth.

I see such a waste of humanity and so much horror to remember you by.