Seven

In the pain we shared
We are forever changed and connected
Never will I see you the same
A loving appreciation in the worst of times
All together until we separate from the natural path
One by one we'll watch each other fall into the final sleep
Who will be left for last is yet to be seen but none will last forever
The circle will come to close while the world turns regardless
Another group born
Another link made and experienced
Long life and laughs shared until time takes its toll in full
Another weeping day
Another sunset unseen and unappreciated.
But not today
Today we force normality and fight the days
The green outside seems dim and blurry
The drives seem longer and unbearable
Every moment left to thoughts seem to end in one place on that same face
Tomorrow scary and inevitable bring some comfort but not quite yet.

Machinery.

He wondered why his blood shot eyes.
He wondered why the time.
He wondered why the rain outside.
He wondered why the plants and trees.
He wondered why the dark.
He wondered why the obscured sky.
The moon?
He wondered why the sun.
He wondered why the job.
The objects laying.
The places to sit.
The shapes.
The shadows.
The light.
The cigarette stains the fingers.
The horribly good scent.
A film coating the inside of a water glass empty.
An electric buzz.
The tattered table leans.
What's even?
The faint hissing ring hear.
The dull fullness of bodily functions functioning.
The blur.
The pressure of bones and skin and meat.
The colors and sound and feelings no longer on speaking terms.
The realization a disconnection.
A jigsaw mirror hand me down.
The hands no longer know the face and the feet know nothing.
He wondered why the shine.
He wondered why the screen.
He wondered why the wonder.
Why was it?
He wondered.

Harbor

I can't seem to focus.
I can't meet your expectations.
I find myself staring into light trying to burn away your disappointed face.
I'll never understand your ability to attack strangers for such insignificant actions.
I'm left forcefully sinking into orangey incandescence seeking escape through a childs dream.
A place built of memories to sit and hide while you ruin all that you touch.
Unfortunately your face and sound will forever swirl around the inside of my head even though I will never see you again.
This is expected.
Those memories become harder to reach as time goes by and blindness may be all that replaces satisfaction.
There's no place left to run and hide.