Death of Courage

My shaking whispers, a final farewell,
I can no longer stand,
My trembling hands fall numb.
Fear shines in pale sparkling eyes
Shifting in quick awkward patterns
While cold tears leak like melting ice.
Surrounded by a swarm
Of glossy vacant bottles,
Echoing long lost hopes and mysteries,
I lie in my escape.
My insecurities
A gaudy bracelet hanging on
Thin wrists while I whimper
Through dry swollen lips.


I’ve fallen limp,
Every breath a strain on
A heavy broken chest.
I hear the deep resounding thuds
As my sluggish heart begins to dwindle.
It pumps a thick river of crimson
Through my labyrinth of veins.
Then as my blue eyes fall gently closed
The gold clock hanging on the wall
Ceases its rhythmic ticks.


Outside of me a gray December sky
Blankets the world in a frosty glow
And millions of sparkling memories
Fall as flurries of snowflakes.
The frigid winds, numbing to the flesh,
Leave icy trimmings of diamonds
Strung along bare branches
And corners of rooftops.


Miles and years away she shivers
And he puts warm arms around her,
Pulls her close, and lays an angelic cheek
Against her cold silken skin.
Together their clouds of breath
Rise into the air as one
And red lips find each other in the dark.
The birth of his bliss
Was the death of my courage.