Cautionless

You didn't bother,
to be cautious.
You charged ahead,
without thinking of the future.
You lept,
without taking the time to look.

Now you find yourself,
alone.
Such a strange place,
full of nightmares,
and dreams.

You fight,
back to the place you belong.
You wander,
searching for a way home.
You hope,
home is still there.

Many days and nights,
spent searching.
Until you find that passage,
the decision to walk through or not.
When you decide,
that day will be marked.
No one can see your mind,
leaving you peace,
to decide.

S.D. (original 10/1/11)

Perfect Plan

How many funerals can a week hold?
The mass grave of a millennium.
Crying, weeping, sobbing,
     feel you've lost everything.
He's gone,
     she's heartbroken,
     all she wants is to,
     sleep.
She's gone,
      mentally locked in his room,
      going through the pictures.

The crowd of sorrow,
     parted naturally.
These cry out,
    look for something,
    anything,
    why does this hurt?
If truly perfected, planned, wanted,
     why does this hurt?
If this is the same since time,
     why does this hurt?
Left in confusion,
     many heartbroke,
     wander,
     lost.
Others lie,
     confuse with words,
     and deeds,
     false sympathy.

That shiny and bright thing,
     that glows,
     and beams touch my skin.
A vaguely familiar thing,
     at first I fear it burns.
Instead, I face it,
     drink it in,
     changing from threat to friend,
     now a fire burns within me,
     motivating me.
Is this it then?
This is the perfected plan?
I look as others still lay,
     heartbroke,
     lost.
Who'll tell these?

S.D. (poem 11/9/11; picture June, 11)  Original

Dividing

     The feelings
built a wall.
     Divisionary
emotional assets.
     Sub-conscious permission only
for the great divide.
     Life split into
before and after.
     Set regulations
loose emotions left.

S.D. (17.March.2010)  Original