Poem: Reality is as Hard as Stone

But not just any stone in hand

A rough and jagged one

It breaks your bones when thrown to wake

Your troubled mind from sleep

 

It skids across your cheek and sings

Its dirge digs through the depths of you

It shatters figurative windows and brings,

Wherever they lie in your head,

Behind your eyes or

Inside,

The touch of dirt beneath your fingers

The scent of scum

Will rise

 

Rise and begin that hated thing

The thing you fought to escape

Back to light within your heart

 

Back against the nape

 

Of your neck-

The cold steel of that knife

Tears you free of your dreams

You jolt once and awake

To the present

Where safe

Hangs the thread of innocent

Wings.

 

Fingering that pendant,

Pondering the past

You think of a time, long ago,

When reality

Wouldn’t

Last.

©2013 Sam Oliver (Eris)

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Hey. Poetry today. Written with a few other story/microfiction pieces I might post some other time.

-Eris

PS:

News post and then the next story. IN THAT ORDER. That’s right, I’m giving news more priority than MY NEXT SHORT STORY. TREMBLE.