Carry on...

There are cycles that help keep us going, that help keep us alive, and there are cycles and mechanisms that hurt us and keep us moving toward our inevitable demise. Sometimes in life it can be hard to tell the difference between the tide and the final tidal wave that causes us to capsize.

Carrion Heart

It blossoms like a flower

Waves that ebb and flow

This satellite locked tidally

Ways you move me come and go

Cascades still bleeding color

Raining rust down cavern walls

Skull eyes peering toward forever

At nothing but a hole

Such a slippery slope

And I'm floundering with fishes

Gasping and alone

With mouth still making wishes

It's not that everything unravels

Entropy is a slow burn sun

And the weight the scale the scope

Everything we built undone

Slowly waters receding

You never hear the wave with your name on

But with an ocean of regret

With one last labor of a meaningless love

I curse the stars

Paint them black and blue to match the sky

Embedded deep with the thorns of this

Final wave before I die

Such a cyclical dose

I feel false love retreat from the shoreline

I know what is to come

And I welcome the soothing refrain

Gulls and fins in this frenzy

Petals scattered heart strings frayed

How I hoped I might find something

Anything to know your name

Just a mark in a book

Another inkblot stain

Another misinterpreted look

One more corrupted flame

The pure peace of a bloated body

Making my rounds on deserted ground

A feast for all the birds and beasts

But in the end I still carry on