Member Poem

PART 1

The room was dark
And sand was falling.
No windows or doors;
No light,
But still, something about the sight
Was appalling.

A table was ignorantly placed at the rooms center.
And in the dark, twisted object,
That lay upon it,
Sand was falling.

Cold and lifeless,
The grains fell.
Yet, like a magnet,
My eyes were drawn closer
To what was my mortal hell.

Gently the wages of time muffled the
Silence in my ears.
They dried the bleeding
And blurred the tears.

They never slowed, never stilled,
They just echoed silence.
Soft in manner, but a threat in numbers
They never hesitate to kill.

Silence!
They covered my eyes till I couldn’t see.
Silence!
They clogged my veins so I couldn’t bleed.
Silence!
They filled my ears so I couldn’t scream.
Silence!
They poured down my throat until I couldn’t Breathe.

Reaching desperately for some thread of light,
Trying to block the darkness worse than night,
I called for some divine opening,
Or for some hidden hope to win the fight.

All that found me in my struggling
Was a question, nightmarish in honesty.

Still, I cried it aloud in bitter vehemence,
With more sincerity than man has ever Witnessed,

“If anyone could save me, why should I let Them!?"

Fiery tears,
Helpless fists,
Hollow screams,
And waking fears.
“Would my life ever amount to more than this?”

Beauty is fleeting!
Hope — imaginary!
Love is conditional!
And forgiveness is weak!

And these are the best life has to offer,
Or so they say.

I fell out of tune,
And slipped off track.
With nothing but my empty echoes,
I had no way to find my way back.

So I lay on the sharp gravel,
As the dust bled into my skin.
Slain by my own helplessness,
I finally gave in.
At least in death, there would be no more Struggling for battle
I would never win.

Unexplained tears, seemed to lament my po hopeless.
But as quiet,
As slowly, 
As natural as the morning dew, 
There was beside me a person,
Who asked me only one question, 
"Who are you?"

(Stay tuned for part 2)