The Entropy of The Human Soul - Part I

Part I. The Dénouement

Beginnings are so gurgling, giggling new
And I’ve had one or two
But when the time comes to end
I find that it, I cannot do

And what will it take
To find my heart and mind awake
To make more (time) than I spend
And bring this entropy to brake?

Directionless I fear
I will not find my “Here!”
That special place to wend
And weave my way to in my end

I wander in my state
While my mind and soul stagnate
My heart a supernova
Yet this red dwarf hesitates

Endings are so flickering, whimpering slow
I have a lot to show
But nothing new to add
to fight the creeping veil of woe

What happens when?

What happens when

that little, growing light

at the end of the tunnel

seems less enticing

than

that

familiar

darkness

behind?

Broken Spears

Dropping old tools;

Last of

Our recourses

Laid heavy so

In our

Letting arms

Matchstick shafts snapped

And scattered

Like sparks

To light warming

Fires in

Cold hearts

Never to burn

Eyes like

Molotov fear.