Have you ever seen the rain?

2013-11-18

From your ivory tower,
have you gazed upon the shrouds
of mist that hides the town
in that lake of forest drenched in wildfire,
building roads into the abyss?

From the clouds of your isolation,
have you ever seen the rain
that washes over the faces of
the demon people that hide their humanity
from the ever-gazing eyes of sharp loneliness?

From that mountain of disconnected shoulder-blades,
have you ever seen the crosses
erected as symbols of salvation,
calling all the living sinful for being born,
and broken for breathing?

From that pillar that holds the heavens high,
have you ever heard my whispers,
floating past the wind
trying to reach past the tops of your fingertips
as you move the chess pieces that have closed in on my everyday life?

From your ivory tower,
have you ever seen me avoiding people,
as I try to teach myself a lesson in humility
by never again wishing for friends
who have no need for daggers, even near my naked back?

From your dreams of escape,
have you ever felt purpose
calling you into my closeness dreadful,
as I whisper a diluted panacea onto your lips,
to cure you from the loneliness that perpetually lingers?

From your prison, your tombstone, your monument of grief,
have you ever seen the rain,
as it tries to stop the wildfire from turning
all the shared longings for a life something more than mere mundane survival to snow,
leaving embers of regret, slowly growing ever darker, behind?

Have you ever seen the rain,
as it fails to cleanse us from destiny--
from the wildfire that burns us so
that our bones and ashes leave marks;
guiding our path towards endless disconnect?