Dysania

Stumbled out the door as shamefully as I fell in; fast track to memories I'll never touch again. I was a ship at full sail, but never put out to sea; birds in creaking cages pretending to be free. Maybe I'll find new movement in having shaking clipped wings, perhaps like the purpose I found in life's most meaningless things. Dried, emptied, and put into place; the body of a former warm excuse with a white washed face. It's been at least three days now since I last left my bed; the feet I try to place on the ground just can't hold such a foolishly dense head. It's all in what I said. Honestly, all in what I said. I spoke of higher trees and beautiful, colorful branches; but I spoke too soon when all I planted were core-less seeds as worthless as ashes. Perhaps if I live to see another day, I'll sleep the pulsating shame out of my veins.

I cannot sleep, though..not a wink. It's a picture you gave me still that makes me think.
Maybe far too much, or maybe too little. I've always been a man too comfortable in the middle.
It was of promises I've made but still have not kept; now remains a vision of silence that surrounded as Jesus wept.

Foolish crumbs

A hand opens, releasing a fluttering rat into an open field. Malnourished from the tin can life, a sickly shadow follows close behind. Oh, what one tiny fool would do for a single crumb! Does humble rodent wish to sell his soul to sit with the portly kings? Would he rather give away his dignity to wear the silver lined robes of the rich? Or would he rather bite the throats of elders to claim their blood and disown his own? After all, do we not all have a portrait completely drawn out for what defines such a rat?

The thrones remain full, but the bodies remain empty. Little modest mouse, your only crown is the dirt of the earth. You are the shining star in the gutter, but who searches for shimmer in the glum and dumpsters?

Though your frame is thin, your heart is full. You are free, little one; but don't forget the hand that released you.

That's all it ever asked.