Jody Talibart - Diagnosis

Quiet as the stars
submerged in the human ocean, undetected
until blood washed up and revealed
malicious, scheming, multiplying destruction,
mutating hopes to ashes
and tomorrows to dust.

Joy is stripped from days like corn from a cob,
discarded, obliterating the sun,
prying fingers from a frail grasp.
Time and the dog cringe forebodingly in the corner,
crooning in long tocks and whimpers
because they recognize a life torn to pieces.
One has begun to mourn, the other cares not.

I cannot carry the dark burden of the words
but refused to sink to my knees when the floor fell,
each moment stretched and snapped
lost and blind to the clock
below a thousand fathoms
from the look in your eyes
and the acrid urine puddling on the floor.

I, in my rage, have no choice.
Everything I thought, will not.
Thief. Cheat. Liar.
Venomous snake in green pastures,
man-made poison polluted still waters.
I cannot smile to mask the loss and pain,
although I am asked to.

There is no bright side, a waste of words.
naïve if not where I am standing.
Life does not go on for some,
but death does.
It is merciless.
Doors and windows shut and slam,
no grace will open them
as God in his maze, plays with us.

Jody Talibart

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