weltered

Look now into the weltered hearts and blighted memories...

[weltered @weltered]

A banshee weeps for the parts of me that faded into memory, calling over the barren fields that once held crops of dreams. #SenseWrds 341

[weltered @weltered]

Because you've always been a storm,
and never been the only one.
Don't let the bastards get you down,
even worn and torn, you're strong.
You're strong.

[weltered @weltered]

I know of no ultimate hidden truth.
I know of no sufficient woods
to fix the coffin ships of Theseus,
but as the breaches widen and light creeps in
reflect on it, jump and swim to shore.
And swimming alone's a bore:

[weltered @weltered]

Because we are the storm.
And we are all what keeps us warm.
When your blood boils, like motor oil,
pump it to your heart and don't recoil.

[weltered @weltered]

No darkness or shade, nor cold or damp,
Can smother the flame of your hurricane lamp.
Tough as nails and warm as kindled coals,
Such is your kindred soul.

[weltered @weltered]

Ablaze: a blessing,
A belated season's greeting,
Still, a letter worth writing.

[weltered @weltered]

Swallowed may be you in pitch black
Having seemingly met your match,
Unable to follow proper course.
Strike like phosphorus on a coarse surface,
And behold:

[weltered @weltered]

It appears we have survived another year.

[weltered @weltered]

But in the end these efforts frail
Are each eclipsed on larger scale
Of exploding galaxies
Unstirred by tragedies
In a universe of small mercies

[weltered @weltered]

Walk on ahead into the wind
Shifting your weight on swollen feet
Peeling rags from broken skin
Scratching blisters gone diseased

Breathing the thickness of the air
Spilling dust into your lungs
Reading sorrow in a stare
Musing rhymes that stay unsung

[weltered @weltered]

Shielding your eyes from the flames
Sinking your face into your hands
You place your faith in something great
Something you think might understand

To make uncertain seem like sure
Unstable footing seem secure
To make it all mean something more
To leave a mark that might endure

[weltered @weltered]

This tale feels grandly tragic
But is pathetic, unfit for stage,
It scars the page, befits the mouth
Of a gutter, not an orator.