Welcome home.

By Phalanx

What do you say to the gaps between words
Where seventy percent of what's on your heart
Get's heavy and choking on it
Is the wish you spoke in tongues?

This weight is something of physics
Because I feel it but,
Has no clear definition other than
The imprint of it's ache.
It's just another ghost
Managing to move things.

It lives in the corner eye reckoning
At the furthest reaches of words
Where de ja vu seems real
More than once.

Do you think, maybe
This is the world we dreamed up
So that something in each of us
Wouldn't die here,
LIke finger prints on
The other side of a mirror,
A survival instinct saying,
"Just in case."

I'm trying not to get too lost
Where the ground swallows wheat flower
Sprouting pumpkins.

The vegetables eat each other here.

Flora and fauna misinterpretations
With a twist of choice in the black woods
While shining eyes dot the path.

No ones lighting torches anymore before bedtime
And the world didn't change.
Come morning, there won't be anymore leaves or excuses.

I can see skinless oaks and red markers
Just before we bled out and turned black
Tracking ash towards the gates of hell,
Looking back.

You don't die, flesh just sort of falls here,
Not like it was your's anyway.
You lose a lot of baggage,
Look at it that way.

As for that peace you were looking for,
Stop digging through the holocaust.

You carried it the whole time.

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Copyright 2013 Phalanx
Published on Tuesday, September 17, 2013.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • A former member wrote: Thank you, soldier. I won't say I understand this. But, I do understand why I would never be able to. Stay strong, American.


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