a poem by Joshua Brown
Blurry eyes through darkness pierce
Lights casting stigmatic rays awry
Shapes of moving figures people writhe
Standing still, focus on one, I try.
Breathing shallow, softer footsteps take
Two explosive movements from behind the wall
Darting into eachother, they vanish away
Among the walking, live, the hubbub lull.
Alone inside the closing walls I cry
No voice from me, into my soul I flee
The shadows flee away in brightest light,
Colors, shapes, identity, wild detail now I see
A child, golden haired and still smiling lay
Bloodied at the hip, legs twisted all around
Fingers clutched a Bible, pages ripped and torn
Eyes closed in peace, a flower on the ground.
I ran to hold her softly but as I ran it rained
Boiling black insipid rain from heaven beat.
It could not be. I felt the life inside me die
Skin peeled off as then I crawled and creeped.
Her head began to shiver, convulsing from deluge
The light that gave me hope to save, now killed.
My eyes streamed down with heavy tears afire
The touch of my hand on her skin fulfilled.
She was not dead, but I was gone away
To deepest hell my reputation found itself
Far from throne of God and childhood pure
Golden hair and shadowed kingdom wealth.
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