The Poetry Marathon

It all comes too quickly,
All at once,
As if a damn has broken,
As if one was not enough.

If only the landslide
Could be slowed down
So that more people
Could be saved from
Disaster.
If only sink holes
Gave warning before
Taking back the
World.

She has those
Snake’s eyes,
Beware of the
Serpentine-
Emerald glory of
Mystery

Wisdom
Culminates
Treachery:
“Don’t you trust
In me?”

Shedding as each
Day renews,
In limbo.
Running between
Realms,
(As if all of the creation
Of infinity
Were devoured,
& embodied in
Cold blood)

She strangles me,
Through blueness
New faith is
Conceived
(I believe, I
Want to
Believe).

A flutter-
Wings reaching
Voice
Through whisper:
“Forgive me”
Moon to blame
It’s all child’s play-
Elementary,
Void of shame.

Welcome to this
Agony,
Blessed by cursed
Blood through
Veins,
Crystals pour algae-
It’s all the same

Uncovered
A truth,
A name,
For this pain.

Take this answer
Or
Keep on
The same way.

A stutter:
“To get better”
Only listening
To dark,
Always dark-

The loudest
Coincidence,
The most
Distinguished:
“Forgive me”