The Walk of Being

I have felt more dead than Iíve ever been
Half alive and roses †
Five rows and a casket †
Cracked open slightly    
By a jagged thing †
Sloughing velvet †  
The color of my rouge †
Underneath †
I have watched miles of countless scenery †
And the grey and scrubbed tracks of Men †
Making their way †
Down the highways that never got them there †  
Disapproval †  
Disappointment shoveled onto their laps †  
Like the burden of children †
Itís all in a life.. .. †  
It is all in a life †  
When Golden Years †  
Are shed like tears †  
And tattooed blue ink to cheeks †  
Once pink with promise †  
Salty trails of permanence †  
Adhere and there.. †  
Here and there, †  
But whatís in a life but death? †  
Whatís in a death but a life un-lived .. ? †
I ask †  
And raise the lid to look †  
Peek for the answers that might break my heart †
A scattered skeleton † ... to the floor †  
The bones that cradle my flesh inside †  
So that I might hide †  
From the discomfort of it †
I might hide from the comfort of it.. †  
My tongue caresses the inside of my jaw †
To beg a gape and awe.. †  
to urge a childlike response to the world †  
Not to encourage †  
A brutal and courageous faith.. †  
but one that is innate and infallible †  
The seed that caused the first instrument to blow †  
And charcoaled the walks of the Neanderthal †  
(Or more appropriate name for that human) † But being all the same.. †  
and became Mankind as his spiritual need met the need to survive †  
And it shown on his face like grace †
Written by Calamityofgin
Published | Edited 13th Oct 2020
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