Day: March 18, 2015

(open water)

sail out in full bloom

wind to catch all ocean thoughts

open water dreams

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Nothingness Of Time

In the moments like these

Times melt away with the filth

With a need to be scrubbed

And scraped, of all the dirt

The skin hides the dank

The darkness, screaming to be set free

All the muscles in the world

Do nothing to aid

Hanging in stillness

Consumed by the stress

And semi-contracted

For an extended period of time

The eyes don’t see the way out

No light bright enough

All lights burning till blind

There are no sounds worth hearing

And a touch would be a savior

But this world has no saviors left

Not for you

Not for the radiated skin

And atrophied muscles

Not for the burnt out eyes

And no touch to save

No hand to grab

As the water rushes over the head

And you slowly sink

To the bottom of your soul

Yes, time takes a toll

A collection of all the good

But, time replaces as well

And leaves you, in return, with nothing

And nothing is huge

Nothing is heavy

Nothing hangs from your neck

And nothing is the weight

Which finally pulled you down

© Dicky J Loweman 2015