Zephyrus of the Anemoi

.the ramblings of a radman.

Category: Poetry (page 2 of 2)

The crazy man counts stripes in the suits in the department store window.
His wife, at home, waits patiently, wishing he were home.
A sketchy young man checks to see if he’s being watched before he pulls out his phone.
Checking in with his girlfriend in the middle of the day, he does not want to be seen by his friends.
A woman stands secretively behind a column, smoking her last cigarette before she quits.
It’s too late, her child already addicted to the nicotine sticks of death.
My walk back to work from lunch was unique.

I must go back
I must be free
And trapped no more
Please, help me see
The path I take
To find the way
I’ll make it home
Or die today

The light fades to darkness as the sea caresses sand
And the moon leapfrogs the earth as stars walk hand in hand
The sun is hiding deeply in the shallow wading water
And all is safely hid from sight but not from Time’s own father
The hours drift gently on and moonlight turns to day
But ‘ere that hour of daybreak comes I’ll safely slip away
Into the great divide I run, the realm ‘twixt wake and dreaming
And there release my fears and hates and search throughout my screaming
For that one safe memory that will see me through the day
The dream of night so peaceful and the time that slips away
Now to your beds you must be gone for darkness here is fleeing
And when the moon is risen, I again you will be seeing
Sleep by day and wake by night and know you are my friend
For if you weren’t I’d never tell you of the evening’s end

A single tear slides
Swiftly down your face
You reach out to hold me
But I avoid your tense embrace
“I’ll not touch you,”
I cry, though strangely make no sound
There is little noise here
Where once it did abound
I see water drip,
A book fall
I shrug your arm off
But do not hear your call
All sound has gone
The light fails, too
Your grief envelops me
I can’t escape its tomb
Forgive me for my faults
I want to live!
Too late, my cry unheard
And life is not yours to give
I beg you to recall
The way you loved me then
You giggle madly
Sound returns again
“Loved you,” comes the cackle
Wisping through clenched teeth
“Not I, but you
“You loved me,” you seeth
And now my eyes are clear
Water drips, book falls
It is my arm on yours
It is I who calls
For a brief moment I understand your hate
But you leave anyway

The grass rustles beneath my feet.
Swish. Swish.
As I tread firmly on, stopping for no one.
Seeking justice. Seeking redemption.
Life flows from my side, mixing with the dust in the air.
Dripping into the dirt, making small droplets of mud.
Staining the tall grass as I pass through it.
Swish. Swish.
I must not stop. Not even for this.
Redemption is near.
I can see his shadow before me.
I can see the stained grass that he has left.
I can see his droplets of mud.
Swish. Swish.
I am gaining. Justice is nearer.
He stops and waits.
For me.
Turning, he lets life flow.
Swish. Swish.
I stand before him, treading no more.
Swish.
We both know the end is here.
Not near. Here.
No one will walk away, but honor must be restored.
Justice must be done.
He grins.
I lunge.
Sun glints off steel
Justice must be served.
No. Not justice.
Vengeance.

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