The Harbinger Poem by Nathaniel Graves

No time for darkly things;
No mind for insightful hearings.
Just space, and the wide angle of
Indignation
These bars give off in this
Metal cage;
Holding me.
Just barely conscious,
Not enough to kill,
But enough to die.
To die from this effortless space;
This plane,
Ties and restraints,
The meaning of actuality,
And replaces...
Replaces with actuality –
Not of my own thought –
But of my own regret.
For the pleasure
And the undeniable hurt...
'Enjoyment', the other says;
'enjoyment', I say,
For I cannot deny my vacancy
Within these
Embroidered entanglements...
The wrought iron metal
Stares at my soul,
As I do its heart;
My folly within this trap of
Shattered dreams
And broken promises –
The Harbinger –
And the love I project at my
Endless will;
My endless life;
My endless end.
Devours, consumes,
And
Relentlessly thieves me...
For the sake of all thieving –
And none to be gained –
As commitment doesn't
Comprehend
Faces
Inside this deluded threshold.
Only doubt...
And the arrogant struggle
Between me and myself...
Watch,
As this not only ends
You,
But I, as well.
So please remember,
While I reside within this
Wretched cage –
This foul and
Undeserving abyss –
Remember that...
I'll always look out
Between the cracks
Of the blackened gates,
Where the mind sets
Equal;
Calm.
Because...
That's all I ever
Wanted...
It's all I ever
Knew.
You.

-3/21/2010-