Lament from the Lake

When you signed your soul away, you signed mine away with it.

I am tethered: left totally and utterly alone with no relief and no way of knowing if my bonds are to snap or hold. 

It's agony and hatred, black, ugly hatred, and regret, and pointless pleading with no answer. It's writhing and twisting without relief. Injecting pure alcohol into my spine would do nothing at all to ease my suffering. 

I used to think I could only cry for so long before I had no more tears left to cry. 

There lies a wellspring in the corner of my sockets that bubbles and brings forth fresh dew with each and every passing reminder of the grief I wish not to know. Oh, how I would rather cease to exist than endure this boiling tar, this broken, confused, hopeless dream. My hands are too weak even to end my own suffering. 

So I continue to writhe and hate until the fourth year is through, or until some unfortunate thing should happen upon me. 

Would you dip your finger in a bit of water? My lips are so parched. You don't hear a word. You're too far away. 

Stubborn Stones

Two stones sit upon a still plateau, both wishing the other would relent 

Neither wiling to move without the action of the second.

The wind and the rain smooth the corners, dull the sides 

Until a bird glides in and, seeing the opportunity,

Scoops up the one for its own nest.

The other vainly contests.

Ruminating on Indecision

Icy eyes and frosty glares

Frozen hallways, snowy stairs.

Jagged, pointed, woeful spears

Doors chained up, sealed away from the world.

Empty ballroom, deadly breeze,

Last light spurned and scorned with ease.

Cold nights and days alike do blend 

like wine and water, dearest friends.

A thousand seconds to a thousand days.

A thousand years is again not strange

to me. I watch it sit on the floor and stare, 

pondering aimlessly, still as the air.

Cold, stolid, unable to move, wishing tirelessly to melt and think no more.

Pocket full of Limbo

Nothing but a foolish girl

caught up in her own cloud of dreams,

totally oblivious to the thunder and rain,

or perhaps the only one who sees the stars for what they are:

boiling, gaseous, beautiful things.

Their light travels far into her eyes

tempts her with glorious, burning wings.

Gravity pulls her back to earth where she stays to pass the days

until she knows for sure

if it's all that it seems.