Crossroads: Part I

So, now it has come to this. Raging fires, layered against razor-tipped tongue, ready to land upon eagle’s nest. Ready for Solace’s oceanic visions... Visions that never cared to change me, only loves me enough to embrace. She didn’t care to see right through me, only cherishing me enough to see within. She never caressed my love while picking past-time scabs, guilt sway dangling; a presumptuous noose. She never hung me to out to dry, a dangling blanket bloodied from ambivalent missionary positions. No jealousy grasp against my closet dusted skeleton. She never cut me with diamond ring uncertainties. She never told me she loved me, while running towards horizons’ indifference. She simply wants to be memories’ wind upon my hand, knowing I shut my palms from judgments’ scythe and nightmares of distance filling my miles, wallowing in my sin. As I, smell the winds of change. This scent lingers, a wisp crying for release. A rose petal no longer willing to come to terms. A dream no longer wishing to exist with minds’ eye shut. A heart ready to be continued... © Drake J. Eszes