by Kevin Eickmeie
The bridges are broken like an arm that needs pins.
There’s no fixing this falling feeling that lives in my heart.
I live on the ledges of cliffs in my thoughts
where my heart holds on to the hope.
The hope that should have pushed me into the river
and held my head underwater till my final
struggle would fill these tired lungs, and strip away
the last little bits that still beat in my veins.
I still hold in vein the fact that I’m one of a kind
and I kind of expect way to much.
To hope for the best is the best we can do
when this life steals in the light life from your eyes and
blinds you to the beauty surrounding you every day.
Our dreams die on the outside of corporate clots that block blood
on its path to where our desire dances in the pale glow of the settling sun.
My desire dances in the recesses or my minds hollow heart.
They stand alone on an empty dance floor that reflects the light
shining from the bulbs that change color with each kick of the drum.
The want to know your absence has meaning.
To know your heavy eyes won’t close
while you want nothing more than to dream of me.
To see the sun shine on the brightest day on the best blotter ……..
I’ve been in the haze of hollow melody.
I’ve seen what it’s like to watch the wind wipe away walls that warrant existence.
I’ve seen the strong run like cowards when the weak stand their ground.
It’s easy to realize, if you look with the right eyes,
we are on a level playing field full of obscure angles.
There may be no balance in this bouncy house of a world.
The gravity will remain to hold you to the ground
till you learn to tear past the problems you allow to
press your heart through the ground.
Defy the physics that fight with your heart, and learn to float.
I’ll be here waiting for your hand to reach for mine again.
illustration by david pratt