You are perched
A wooden stool in the kitchen
Creaking beneath your weight
Staring out at
The meadow beyond
Past the chipped window frame
The light pours like water
Streaming through
Weathered glass
An alluring glow
Inviting eyes to
Dip
and Dive
Across the hills
And into the trenches
Its beauty is
Undeniable
But you can’t shake
The twinge in your chest
A stab at your tissue
Inside your head
It nags
A
Disturbing
Disruption
Amidst the serenity
The possibility
The hills
Vacillating
The trees
Snapping
The sky
Darkening
The rocks
Clamoring
The chirping of birds
Screeching
The rushing of water
Pounding
The movement of clouds
Hastening
The whistling of grass
Shrilling
Sending the mind
Into a frenzy of static
Quickening in pace
You feel it.
The light fades
In its place
Are gloomy clouds
Rapturous storms
An unbearable inundation
A pond fills the sink
Entering through the tap
Spilling onto the checkered tile
The countertops
And dull appliances
The rivers flow
With unending power
Through the opened window
The cracks in the walls
The age-worn door
Oceans form inside your skull
Waterfalls drain your eyes
Taking with it the innocence you held
Leaving hollowness behind
Wracked with exhaustion
All dries up
The sun burns flesh
The light lay strangely now
You were used to the ponds
The rivers
The oceans
Only for them to leave you
A battered husk
On a wooden stool.
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