20Seven by Marc D. Brown Read Free Book Online Page B

all be ok, there’s nothing to worry about.
    The door slowly closes…
    I’m waiting for what feels like hours,
    I may as well be sat on a pile of rubble
    the seats are that uncomfortable.
    I hear a noise, I hear movement,
    I look back at the door.
    It opens with caution, as if it hesitates.
    I see her face, it just crumbled away
    and she fell to pieces in front of me.
    For that moment she was just like glass, fragile, precious.
So helpless.
    I couldn’t stop what was happening,
    I wish I could!
    In disbelief I sit….now at home with my head in my hands,
    she lays in bed crying herself dry.
    It’s just that…if she’s gone…what am I?
    What do I do?
    It’s not even an “if” anymore it’s when!
    I don’t know what to do.
    What can I say?
    What can I do to take it away?
    Why her?
    Why us?
    I have so many questions and no answers,
    Nobody can help me feel at ease.
    A god with no conscience if there’s a god at all.
    In fact it clarifies my doubt,
    no almighty power just her and me
    and the closing walls.
     

Mortality
     
    I’ve been counting the seconds down right from the start.
    Seconds to hours, hours to days, days turn to months,
    now I can’t tell them apart.
    Time just moves too quickly
    and the golden light is bearing down upon our thoughtless minds.
    Throughout our short lived lives,
    our time just isn’t long enough
    and we don’t always spend it wisely .
     
    The question beckons...
    What to do with ourselves to make it all worthwhile?
    Your opinion will  always differ from another’s.
    Thinking about this too much just wastes more time.
    Yet still we push through life like a knife,
    savagely and with no regard.
    Trying to get to the heart of it,
    but when you take a stab in the dark
    you just don’t know how much you’ll miss.
     

A Colourful Creation
     
    Like a predator with a fresh kill
    innocence appeals.
    Felt down to the bones and into the core .
    Never a dirty word spoken .
    Never a dishonest word known .
    “T ake me home”
    Veins feel like they’re burning
    with a blood that boils.
    J ust don’t disgrace the picture created,
    t he pure picture inside a thought once hated.
    Now you’re there for the taking
    waiting to be set free.
    A tension that built so thick
    will soon be at ease.
    Release !
    Draw back !
    Now see what you’ve done .
    It weighs down on your conscience
    but your mind has been blown.
    Y ou can see in colour,
    o nce born in monochrome.
    This door has been opened
    like never before.
                 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

A Falling Star
    There’s no option,
    t here’s no other way.
    It’s time!
    Even though the eventual outcome will be identical,
    I have to take this leap of faith
    to burn and choke or to take the crash landing on the chin.
    What have I done to deserve this?
    How can I make a change?
    Forgive me for my sins and please god…make it quick.
    What about my family?
    I couldn’t get through!
    I couldn’t hear their voices!
    What the fu ck is wrong with you?
    Why are you doing this?
    Do you really exist, if so what’s up with this shit?
    Why are you taking these lives?
    My family…I can see their faces…
    They vanish past me as I’m falling so graceless .
    So scared, I’m as prepared as I can be,
    please let it be instant!
    Please take care of my family…
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

A Disaster Unfolds
     
    I watched the irony hit you,
    the clocks stopped.
    The scene of the collision had me stood in awe,
    a train wreck,
    Y ou’re heading for disaster.
    I can’t bear to stop it
    as the sight of the smile that dropped from your face
    it left me with a feeling, something so sweet to taste.
    I feed from your misery,
    y ou just don’t know what it does for me.
    While you struggle to breathe
    I feel the need to repeat.
     
    I watched again and again!
     
    You hit the floor
    like you were thrown from a building.
    You’re a dancing disaster,
    a spectacle to see.
    A sight for sore eyes.
    R adiating naivety and