Poetry: End of Scene
When he rode his thoughts into the surf that day
Passion and intensity consumed his untitled play
Bursting into fragments would he ever find his way
Back to the start
When the thoughts of her seeped into his mind and found their way inside
Past the walls and fences they slipped and then they hid
So many thoughts of her as he watched the waves crash against the rocks.
He thought of her and only her and the hurt he caused her.
"To grow into the glowing rush that breaks her open wide
Tearing her apart
Trembling in fright
Dreaming in the night
Surprised by the delight
Of words unspoken
Leaving her cage broken
Her love’s only token
Image on a screen
Now she finds herself at 2 a.m. with words on the attack
And flowing out they burn the page turning white to black
Wondering if she will ever find him looking back
Into her heart
But she has learned throughout the years that life isn’t as it seems
When dealing with unknown entities in fairytales and dreams
Will she forgive the case that cracked emitting torrid screams
And fears untamed
She waits in shadows hoping, wanting, surfing for the crest
Trying to recapture memories and feelings that are best
Left to wither quietly struggling, dying in her chest
And feeling shamed
Now silence greets her quest
Giving her no rest
Answer not to her behest
There is no reply
Left to wonder why
I guess that means goodbye"
Unresponsive means that it is
Time to repair this jagged life and close the gaping shell
Close down communication, stand beside the wishing well
Erase the dreams and fantasies and throw desires straight to hell
Then find a surfboard and surf your life away, find a bicycle and bike forever.
End of scene.
(2015)
