Inferno-glacial forging

for when twelve feels less than two TW: dark thoughts

Herculaneum
Warnings of smoke highlight the horizon
Faded thoughts fill the sky
Perhaps fire is not punishment enough
To finally convince evacuation
Excuses are heard
Ringing out between souls
Salvation of things without use
Without the reasons that the souls assign
Their sugared hope will burn in time
Amber as caramel but scalding the tongue
Will the blues and greens mix to stop
To shape obsidian over destruction?
Wood cannot cease fire
Rabid magma heeds no call of man
The village soon becomes a graveyard
This war spares no civilian
It knows no flags of white
Soon the desert will be flooded
But no plants allowed to grow
The rough sand that will soon be glass
Glares, dry and unyielding
When fate is realized, commands are issued
To the keep
But all are preserved in death
For the help comes too late

Strategic distancing
If I simply stop, what will they do?
Stop smiling, texting, talking, laughing
Faking.
If I don’t reply, what is the cost?
I’m not sure if I care
Do I?
If I let my being fall apart, what will happen?
Will they notice?
They won’t.
If I finally give in, what will matter?
It’s bound to happen one day
Soon.
If I move to jump, what will stop me?
Will I still be conscious to decide?
Or not?
If I drift away, what will catch me?
Nothing will try
I’ll die.

With time
With time, even love will fray
With time, even you will misremember
All that we once might have been

In time, you will leave me far behind
In time, you will comprehend
That I had to choose one day

When time flows years over water
When time grows flowers on my grave
You will not feel one life slip away

Through time, not much will remain
Through time, change grows smaller
You will not recall my face

This time, you say others will feel
This time, I’m sure they will care
But the next, none mourn melted ice

Since time brushes away footprints
Since time sees the birds die
When I fly, you look in the sea

From time, even life is born
From time, reflects death’s cloaked form
Anything can be erased in the tide

With time, you will forget me
With time, it will no longer matter
If I live or find the tide.

Some parts deceive
Seconds are scraps of paper
Soft, white, clean
Flammable
They keep burning
As passes time

Progress is feathers
Delicate, agile, ornate
Useless alone
Taking the long way
After falling far

Purpose is pennies
Metallic, uncirculated, shiny
Worthless
To be lost
Especially when called for

Love is bones
Strong, structural, supportive
Brittle
When broken, they
Will never be the same

How is it all?
Crazy to think
How right now
At this moment
Someone is dying
Someone is born
Someone is feeling
Someone is seeing
Someone is working
Someone is grieving
Someone is making
Someone is destroying
Someone is thinking
Someone is finding
Someone is taking
Someone is giving
Someone is loving
Someone is hating
Someone is starving
Someone is filling
Someone is trusting
Someone is lying
Someone is walking
Someone is driving
Someone is bleeding
Someone is healing
Someone is learning
Someone is losing
Someone is fighting
Someone is killing
And through it all
They don’t think
Of the extent
You didn't even
Read it all

Patience, a friend
Even addictions can be broken
Bonds, loosened
Tethers, cut
Even lives conclude in death
People forget
Routines unravel
Even joy turns to pain
Smiles disappear
Love fails
Even grief goes away eventually
We grow
Beyond mourning
So when you see me
Don’t cry
I’ll live
Long enough, for you know
You care
I promise
If you love me now
Just wait
Time tells
I’ll wait till you don’t