poem – Iron Gall Ink

Self Unknown

I seek a well, looking for water to drink.
My emotions guide my hands to the rope.

I listen for ripples, as the pulley rotates.
I await my bucket to fill.

My feelings lie, I believe them to quench my thirst.
I raise nothing to my lips, remaining parched.

Emotions attack my feelings, as I defend the lie.
My emotions no longer guide my hands.

My feelings still lie. The pulley breaks and rope falls.
This well is empty I tell myself.

I will look for another well, I feel it will be here soon.

My feelings lie.

Running from the know of your life. The comfort it provides, to chase the dream of wants, not needs.

A runner’s pace set, an explorers will in self-discovery. An old dog, teaching itself a new trick.

Lying on the beach, allowing the waves of change to crash into your ship. Raising new sails, cutting your anchor.

Finding yourself, finally, lost at sea.

Void of night, within the ground,

Destination known to ghosts.

Holding a torch within oneself,

digging into the bedrock below.

Embrace the burn of the dark,

Flames hidden within the void.

Light self-propelled,

Casting a shadow that drowns,

Darkness shines bright.

– KR

Lashing droplets, brought to life by earth’s star.

Dancing colours held hostage within the sky.

Vapors rise and fall, as the dye bleeds from our heavens.

Lullabies sing to us, clouds carrying songs.

Moon rocking us to sleep, sailing towards calm.

Plants transform with each breath, seasons intertwine.

Melancholy slithers into the mind, as the historic dance misses her step.

One final performance, before curtain call.

Lashing droplets begin to fall.

– KR