Journey Undone

I went on a journey the other day
Long and dark the roads traversed
I met a man, he had this to say
"Do not go further. This path is cursed."

I asked him to explain, to tell me more
But he just stood there in silence
I asked again, if he was truly sure
He stood and looked at me with defiance

So I continued on my journey
Walking down the cursed path
Telling myself that nothing would affect me
Feeling coldness clenching at my heart

I strode down the path, darkness falling fast
I saw a lady sitting on a rock
She didn't speak as I walked past
But looked at me and motioned to stop

Ignoring her I pushed into the dark
Where vines were choking the way
My shirt was torn, a wound above my heart
The blood flowed, I did not stop to stay

The path disappeared, lost in the night
I pressed forward, collecting wounds
For any thought at all, a hint that I might
Turn back, give up, was a loon

But came a point where could push no further
And wrapped in branches, I hung
Striving to free myself, so would not remain stuck here
Stubborn pride took me this far along

I remain there, hanging, to this very day
Cursing the choices that led me here
I should have listened to what he had to say
Instead I live in this nightmare

Curse

That eternal curse
That stirs emotions
Creates waves of feeling
Causes commotion

Bringing pain unimaginable
Sometimes unbearable
Slicing deep through barriers
Standing time immermorial

Some call a blessing
Knowing not what they say
Seeing not the true meaning
Hurt is the way

For this cursed blessing
Leading down slippery slope
To deepest pit of despair
The cursed hope

My Head

My head is not space

My head has no space

Filled with thoughts

Sometimes with pain

Sometimes with joy

But always full

My head is in space

Drifting freely 

Floating from point to point

Slowly freezing

Becoming set as thoughts slow

Held tightly

My head needs space

To expand and flow

To try

The Simple Task

The simple task impossible
The complex unimaginable
Even to start, to begin
Insurmountable
The barriers too high
The moat too wide
So stay hidden
Unstarted is better than unfinished
Safety in hiding

Blood

Blood fills my vision
Slowly coating each surface
Gently caressing
Thick layer of red

Blood drips down
One drop at a time
Pooling in small sticky puddles
Drying slowly until
Blood drips down
Breaking the surface

Where has it come from?
Where does it go?
Why does it stay?

I move
Each step harder as the world drags at me
Each time slower
Wanting to give in
Refusing to stop
I move and become coated myself
Blending

Blood is my vision
A constant sea of red
Darkening slowly
Darkening
Gone.

Confessions

How do I confess
That I have looked out at the world
Turned away in fear
Hidden in my cave
Alone

How do I confess
That the load becomes too much
I wish for an end to come
Silent and sure
Final

How do I confess
That pure chance alone
A turn of fate
Stands between me and that decision
An ending

How do I confess
The soft glint of steel
The gently sharpened blade
The soft kiss against flesh
Attracts

How do I confess
Given the choice
To abandon all that is loved
All that has been gained
I would

How do I confess
In the deepest depths
In the darkness
Hiding from the light
It waits

How do I confess
My strength fails even now
My will to hold loosens
As does my grip
Falling

How do I confess
When words will not come
When mouth and tongue are still
When all that is left is
Silence

How do I confess
Admit that I have failed
Given in to the torment
All I seek now
An end.

Confessions

How do I confess
That I have looked out at the world
Turned away in fear
Hidden in my cave
Alone

How do I confess
That the load becomes too much
I wish for an end to come
Silent and sure
Final

How do I confess
That pure chance alone
A turn of fate
Stands between me and that decision
An ending

How do I confess
The soft glint of steel
The gently sharpened blade
The soft kiss against flesh
Attracts

How do I confess
Given the choice
To abandon all that is loved
All that has been gained
I would

How do I confess
In the deepest depths
In the darkness
Hiding from the light
It waits

How do I confess
My strength fails even now
My will to hold loosens
As does my grip
Falling

How do I confess
When words will not come
When mouth and tongue are still
When all that is left is
Silence

How do I confess
Admit that I have failed
Given in to the torment
All I seek now
An end.