his own house

his own house

 

 

 

a man of age

wisdom filtering out of context

the wrinkles remember,

he doesn't

 

skin tight parables

a Jesus recluse at this juncture

his eyes on fire,

his heart burnt by the torch

he lived with for so many years,

and the smoldering life that makes

him feel trapped,

 

a bonfire of vanity seceding 

from the union of his mind

 

his pride celebrates another year of existence

he only wishes he could recall

what year this is

 

and where the other half of his life

has moved to

 

still he clenches his fist

the emptiness within,

blows out the candle or two of regret

 

holds on to a feeling that no longer

inhabits his heart

but knows better than he

it lived there for nearly a century

 

he sheds a tear

and it extinguishes the last candle

the one he wished upon

to see her again.

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/1/16

Reviews

[James]

There is a lot of sadness in this Jacob, but at the same time it's kind of peaceful.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and there is a peace within him...

thank you, James.

j.