I watch anguished at unshakable fate.
Shackled to the will of time,
she slips into the cracks between conflicting lines.
No greater force exists that I would never bear,
but attempts are fruitless versus the paradox I created.
Worried are all that see a slow descent towards surrender.
They cannot know the danger faced.
They can never see.
A sight once so clear is mired in future deaths.
The butterfly’s wings have been rendered to shreds,
peeled off surgically to fulfill human impulses.
Must I reverse all and erase what brought growth?
Have I come to hold the hammer that strikes down all creation?
Ushering a father to his grave,
a child back to their isolation,
a rebel into endless woe;
is this the cost that must be paid?
To drag a weary soul back to its brink where emptiness awaits;
is this the cost that must be paid to see your smile?
To feel the warmth residing in the room
that marches valiantly in a life built of lies and posturing,
I’d slice off every limb if only to hear your laugh.
Brilliance is the haven out of reach.
Painfully aware now how far below I am.
If drifting into rifts cut into reality’s fabric,
a single chain linked to the center ensnares a wavering heart.
I would pay the cost to return to that realm.
I will pay the cost to know happiness again.
Madness be damned.