Panther Print

Cold brew in my mind

Squeezing out all that 

There is to find.

Doors knocking at my step,

Hollering, darling,

Please, come, inspect’!

No matter the waves I climb or

The trees I swim

Left to haunt me in my mind,

Let's erase what is here. 

Shining pounds of pain,

I crept then laid it sane,

Though no matter how hard I tried,

The life crept away,

Skin turned white,

Eyes so brim you’d think it might,

Just be

Gone. 

Mind flows with rivers of red,

Heart stabbed and 

Lungs packed. 

Oh, charge me to my row,

Steal away what’s our’s,

Rinse it all away,

The stains, the red,

The hearts that fell away. 

Who's knocking now?

Not me; I’m not here to stay,

Among the leaves that sweep me away,

Charcoal fire messing my brain. 

Heat so warm yet too hot to touch;

Is that my place to last?

Murky fires, we must?

Who’s knocking at my door?

My mind’s foresworn, 

Taken,

Broken to the tippy tappy 

Bone. 

Slithering away into the dusty air,

Lost in what was,

Will be forgotten,

And done inevitably as a dare. 

A warning to all,

Though a knocking that shall never end

For those who dare to step upon those

Who stand behind the door. 

It whistles and booms

Across the glazed fields

And towards the soft day-moon.

Drops no longer held hostage

In the clouds that burst and cry

No anger more than fear

Clouds that run far yet never near.

Memories of breath

Loom far away

Chirps that never lasted

But always prayed. 

A voice that crowned the stars;

The stars that fled,

Across the field,

Only to be met again. 

The bell that rings from dawn to dusk

Day and night

Saving the youthful yells 

Like the chirping of birds

In raw starlight.