Cellophane

Cellophane

A Poem by John B. Bolling

Stars and darkness are all the same

Castrated dreams in cellophane
The end of a rope burned and frayed
Trust never won but always betrayed
What I knew is now uncertain
Beliefs innate are no longer sure
Choices forgotten like places I’ve been
I don’t want to live this way anymore
 
Twilight howls like a ghost in a shroud
Barely seen but always echoing loud
With high pitch that cleanses as it stings
Pulverizing my soul into nothing
What I found has been swept away
By howling winds against the shore
Choices forgotten like a passing day
Certain this feeling existed before
 
Living is a chore when you love no one
Hanging on only by the trigger of a gun
Let go and fall or hold on and be shot
Six feet under either way, like it or not
What I understood is now in question
Moon glows only by the sun’s will
With every misstep a loss in direction
Every broken soul longs to be filled
 
Easter comes, Jesus rises from the dead
The sun may shine but I’ll stay in bed
As the church bells ring like rays of light
My walls impenetrable, in here it is night
What I thought I knew became a myth
A narrative uttered by their lying lips
Empty living rife with cold steel wit
The rope burns with laughter as I slip
 
Stars and darkness are all the same
Dichotomy cut from one chain
A knot where the rope was frayed
With no time remaining, I prayed
What I did not know saved me
Brought me to a new time and place
While living I could never see
Between darkness are stars in space

© 2008 John B. Bolling


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John B. Bolling
John B. Bolling

Long Island, NY



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