Unforgettable.

I've been grappling with my words all month.

I've twisted phrases and fired metaphors,
searching for words of comfort and love.
They rolled pleasantly off of the tongue...
but ultimately were empty.

Nothing more than expressions of obligation,
lacking sentiment but carrying hyperbole aplenty.
Broken prose masquerading as poetry...
both verbose and regrettable.

So I'll go with words from a friend more eloquent than I:
"I need you to understand that you are entirely unforgettable."

Simmer.

A haunting shade of blue covers the dashboard
as the dull roar of the engine turns to a whimper.
Between specks of dirt and dust lies a road,
where the street lamps' pools of light can make thoughts linger.
One by one they flicker and fade,
submerging the road
into a desperate darkness that will fill your mind and slowly simmer.
The wheels start to turn as the brakes are released,
and the gap between you and the unknown becomes thinner.

Ensnared.

The door was of a dark mahogany,
and only just accommodated my height.
I knocked once, then twice and again once more,
but despite persuasion, the door sat tight.
"I've got things to do, places to be" -
I reminded those that I could not see.
The room felt too enclosed -
I was trapped there. Ensnared.

To Hell with knocking.

I hit upon that dark mahogany
and felt splinters and Earth spit back at me.
Suddenly the walls were so immediate, as if
in this sombre system I was the centre of all gravity.
They did not just keep me in, but pushed and shoved.
The entire weight of the world resting on those wooden walls,
as if it all would collapse if just one of them falls.
It was not a room at all.
That was not a door to another side,
just the lid on a chamber where memories reside.
I hit out once, then twice, and again once more.
No use. I was buried - alive.

Captain.

Furious skies of Olympic thunder
cast down a sheet of hail on the deck.
A cacophony of panic wrenches at the crew
as they adjust the bearing for skies a brighter blue.
"Captain! Captain! What left is there to do?"
He peers into the abyss below and declares:
"These waves you cannot ride nor tame,
this bullet must already know your name."
Adorned with clear blue shirt and hat
his voice can barely brave the biting wind -
as he tells them all - "I'm so sorry men,
but it seems we must go back."

Tomorrow.

For there to be a bright tomorrow
there needn't be a bright today.
We chain ourselves with iron sorrows -
harboured thoughts better kept at bay.

Shrine.

You build your shrine to Time,
broken memories better left behind -
sacrificed for the future,
and cast aside.

Where once there laid a flame
there now lies embers.
And where once you said a name
your lips now stay sealed.
You used to speak in forevers
but Time you cannot tame.
It's no commodity to be dealt
nor is it swayed by wealth and fame.
For all that our riches can afford
Time will best us all the same.

So you build your shine to Time,
every paintstroke is a memory left behind -
sacrificed for the future,
and cast aside.

Tracks.

Stretching on for an eternity before me,
the road was pitch black beneath the growing clouds.
Once distant howling now grew closer every second
whilst the cold paralysed, and the touch of Winter dulled all sense.
The rails start to shake, as my whole body seems to tense.
The barriers are lowered, the heavens open up.
Thunder and rain strike from forgotten clouds so dark and dense.
The train passes for only a second
and then the rain relents.

Sunrise.

The colours in the skies fade to a darker shade,
a transition so blunt compared to
night's usual sharp blade.

Some hours pass and Darkness reigns -
clouds cease to move like starlit stains
and everything is dark and dull -
no moonlight now remains.
And the night time creatures prowl and skulk
where their prey lay, and Darkness reigns.

Alone, the street seems alien to me -
streetlights flicker and catch shop window reflections
but the lights fade too, slowly -
no streelight now remains.
And all the while I walk and muse
as prey I stand, where Darkness reigns.

The passage of time bears no surprise -
before too long appears sunrise
and everything is lit again -
marking night's demise.
In winding roads and alleys, Darkness remains
for once again, at this night's fall, Darkness reigns.