Waterfall Poem by Mark Williams

You. An accidental tangent.
Trying to not gaze.
Accelerating thoughts,
Must not dwell.
Sight,
Not, moving.
Seized, imprisoned next to your eyes.
The books keep whimpering,
'Not the one being sought'.
Enthralled without reason.
Mind being controlled.

You are the ache between breaths.
Such sweet terror,
Fulfilling.
When your mouth trembles, so slightly.
Draw breath from the entire world,
Speak.
Un-flow the currents of void,
Which keep complete peace.

You are a matched opponent.
Strength garnered over years,
Focused determination to seek judgment.
Torching temples with bustling speed,
Trampling over graves of great warriors.

You are the road traveled in bleak hours.
Unknown homes lie here with untrifled guests,
So afraid.
Hoping to clear away,
Back to light, open spaces,
Not knowing any part.

You are the disappearing Earth.
The terrible hubris, the realized audacity.
Hoping for a response to the inner monologue,
Hoping for death.

You are a reminder.

You are an embarrassment.

You are a mistake
Tiny wound
Ignored frame
Encircling rapture
Seventh chain
You are incomplete thoughts

You are an excuse