Poetry Tuesday – One Such as Him

There are only moments,

Quickly passing, so fleeting;

Sometimes it’s as if those moments

Aren’t even real,

But rather half-formed memories

From a deluded dread,

Bound and broken to repeat,

Until his life ended.

For him, in many ways,

That sorry, pathetic excuse

Called life was driven

Into the ground years ago,

The nails driven into the coffin,

The dirt burying him deep.

To know love but not hold it,

To see glimpses of a fantasy,

Because he knew she could

Never be his,

Kept life’s fragile thread

Tethered to what?

Hope?

That was the greatest folly.

He might just pluck the stars

From the night sky,

Name them his own,

Or count the multitude of sand

Lining every damn shore,

Waves pounding, drowning him.

“No,” goes the mantra,

“You will never be happy.

You are one for the fiery depths.”

Even though he is so cold,

Wonders at this fire, this brimstone,

A flash of green comes from above.

Sometimes, oftentimes, he has come

To relate that color to death.

This time, no, it is life.

It is hope.

The truth is given

As life bleeds out

And he gasps for sharp breath,

Every inhalation like a stab

To the chest.

The familiarity of that green deepens,

Then brightens.

Just as he ought to know no more,

He knows everything:

He knows love, hope,

Sees them in her green eyes,

Meant for one such as him.

02.16.10

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Author: Cynthia "Cyndi" Hilston

Cynthia Hilston is a thirty-something-year-old stay at home mom of three young kids, happily married. Writing has always been like another child to her. After twenty years of waltzing in the world of fan fiction, she finally stepped away to do her debut dance with original works of fiction. In her spare time – what spare time? – she devours books, watches Doctor Who and Game of Thrones, pets her orange kitty, looks at the stars, and dreams of what other stories she wishes to tell.  

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