'The Accidentals'

'Awake'

I wandered into a dream,

A dream of broken promises.

Of empty fists and downcast eyes,

Of bleary shadows and moanful trees.

It felt real, tangible.

Like a blanket wrapped around.

Like an old book lying forgotten,

Rough and loosely bound.

I didn't know what it expected of me,

That dream of broken promises.

It said nothing, it simply stared,

Braced on unused hinges.

I waited for it to pass,

For another to take its place.

Another with brighter colours,

And less of faded greys.

An aeon passed me by,

And bare reality sank in.

Carrying a rust faintly familiar

That moulded onto my skin.

It was then that I realised,

I hadn't wandered into, but from a dream.

Into truth lurking behind closed doors,

Inescapable, present, unseen.

It didn't take me long to accept it, make peace;

For I never could play pretence.

Reality embraced me in a calm,

And I fell fetal in its trance.

Why bother, why squirm?

Why deny the truth of it all?

Why fret over childish fantasies?

Why despair at the Horsemen's call?

I sighed and let it go,

It sighed and let me be.

The hinges creaked and moved,

Broken but beckoning me.

Thus it so happened, that I emerged into a reality,

A reality of healing promises.

Of open palms and squinting eyes,

Of merging shadows and swaying trees.

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'The Vessel'

Sails away the vessel,

Bound with it my eyes.

Drooping down bent and low,

Burdened with her smiles.

Floats it away,

Away beyond the deepening sky.

Beyond where the nights lie heavy,

And the waxing moon rides high.

Far out of my sight has it gone,

Its shadow yet on my brow.

Lips gone limp, hands helpless,

The tears fall at last, the tears finally drown.

The vessel has sunk in that land, I hear,

And the night there rent apart.

My eyes aflame have turned to ashes,

Her smiles have borne new stars.

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'Flight'

See! See how the birds lie fallen, trembling.

Watch! Watch yourself huddle 'neath their wings.

Clear voices rise out of the mists,

Swirling on in symphonies of carnage.

A world they conquer and curb,

A thought they trap in a gilded cage.

The hearts they lift, the minds they stir,

The lips they free.

All gather in an endless knot.

All gather in revelry.

Take a moment to savour it.

Pause; and reflect.

Do you hear the whispers?

Feel the tunnel finally end?

Step out into clarity,

Enter the haven of colours.

Shrug off the grey patched beyond help,

Leave their burden, leave the others.

See! See how the birds ascend.

Watch! Watch yourself fly amongst them.

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The thing in common with these poems: Instagram. Wrote all of these to go as a caption for the images which I have put up here. None of them started out on a serious note but I've grown quite fond of them over time now.