I stand on the edge of a large body of water. All is calm. The only sound is that of silence . The Sky is bright velvet, and the sun is unseen under a horizon that stretches without end. The water is beautiful, It shines like a mirror. The air was crisp with a sobering breeze that only the mourning could bring. Time itself seems to stand still. And yet only silence echos over the great lake . The scent of pine is strong enough to taste, if just slightly. Birds chirp and flap there wings, but yet there is only silence. My eyes confuse me fish jump out of the water and the lake remains as still as glass.
I feel uneasy and began to walk backwards. I rub the back of my neck and perspire. I feel hot. My hands begin to tremble, I close my eyes if anything, only to pretend. If anything only for a moment. My feet fall into a small pit and my head hits the dirt.
And then if only for for a moment I forget who I am. And then I am free asleep in the dirt. No one can bother me. Free from my-self if only for a moment, however that's all it is.
When my eyes open the sun is old and hot upon my face. My head I can hardly move, I rub the back of my neck is wet, smooth and crunchy. I through my feet to the ground, there is blood all over the back of my shirt. My flesh begins to itch and my blood screams why? My eyes are filled with paranoia am strained, I wish to pull flesh off my bones and my heart is crying "WHY?" But who am I to spill my blood onto the dirt? The sun peals my skin. Even in death I can not run from my-self my deeds are always in front of me, I cannot calm down. Tears are like air, why do I repeat my-self over and over again?
My heart pumps and my hands grow numb. I was asleep only for a while.
And then the air began to push against me. However This time I could hear the wind and the trees.
I Began to see as I had never seen before. My eyes were wide open and my heart was Free. I began to laugh out loud into the wind that pushed against me.
I stood and watched the air that rippled over the water. At last I am free. Then I stood back
and asked my self Is This Only For A Moment?
A poem Written By Joshua German