The Calendar Murders

I crave the sensation of falling beneath
The crystal blue water crashing, angry
In its attempts to consume everything.
Longing for the arms to push me further
Beneath the light the horizon offers,
I manifest in darkness.

I search every crevice in this world
For some sort of escape, secretly
Wishing that I can reach the ending.
I fear the days rushing upon me,
Losing my focus upon the thought
Of continuation.

Time seems to slip so quickly,
I blink and find it's a new day...
I watch as everything slips away,
Silently awaiting my time to fade.
I place fear in my back pocket
And breathe deeply. 

Reviews

[K-mo]

this is very good, I like that it has a hidden message in it and it is very well written

[Kaylor Mason]

Out of all the stuff you've got up here so far, I think this is the best. I suffer from this too . . . watching the days go by, killing me slowly with the pathetic dead-end drudge of the mundane, hopeless, boring, dead-end, quiet, meaningless, loveless and lonely existence that's known as my life.
The only place where I've ever really LIVED is in my writing . . . all in my dreams. In fact, one time in a car wreck, I saw my entire life flash before my eyes--all I could say was "Damn that was quick."
(Sadly enough, that's all true.)

[realmwriter]

This is indeed impressive. The title is genius and the last stanza takes your hand and grabs you breathless. Great work.

[joshua deathdealer]

Oh my.. There is so much about this poem that touches me.. The title is awesome and wow what a ending. Splendid work.

Now that is well crafted! " Beneath the light the horizon offers,
I manifest in darkness. " I can relate... I'm the darkness behind my green eyes :P No, just kidding, lovely write, and I getting to like your late night rambles :) Good job!

[John Fitzgerald]

quite a sad write but very effective. The last line does seem hopeful somehow, like it is steadying, accepting, coming to terms, even if this is just in preparing for an end. the first lines are very powerful; I crave the sensation of falling beneath/The crystal blue water crashing, angry/In its attempts to consume everything. good work.