Failing Savior

You can’t save

The ones that don’t want saving

Life raft floating

Inches from her face

The pull of the undertow

Much too powerful to take

And she cries

Out into the darkness

Seeking no advice

Praying for release

Going deeper into the blue

Wanting no more

Floating away

Into the blackness of space

 

You cannot

Save

Them all

Leap

tight wire
under fire
rhythm gently
beating in your brain
like
a song of death
as it sings
like a siren
coaxing
lulling
pulling
leading to the edge
of unawareness
of unworthiness
feet tipping forward
on that tight wire
so unbalanced
harmony lost
purpose moot
if there were a purpose at all
tight wire
breaks
relief
   free-fall

Intentions they call them

Intentions

They call them

Those thoughts that crawl

Into the dark corners of your mind

Curling up into comfortable contemplations

That keep you company among the blue

Your goal for infinity

Ending

Blackness done

As the worms struggle to reach the surface

Knowing life below is through

Intentions

Who gets to draw the line

Mark the chart

Between intention and thought

If you hide it well

Deeper even

Than their pen can drag across the page