Some People Care

Matthew White

Inspired by R. H. Sin’s poem Mid-December Lesson

Some people care

Deep down inside

We all have a beast, A creature, Just dying to break free. Some people care. The beast is waiting, Biding its time, Waiting to be freed

From deep inside.

Some people care.

Mine is a dragon, King of them all, Yet I am just weak, Never been strong. Some people care. Yet I feel his power grow, It makes me feel alive, I know it’s just me, Yet is he alive?

Matthew White

The night was cold, the forest dark.

I knew that death was coming, coming for me.

I had wandered away from my team, who I didn’t even know.

Then I saw one, a floating shark. I ran after it, thinking they had seen it as well, yet when it vanished, they were not there.

I had lost track of time in these dark woods; it must have been days since I lost my crew.

Then I felt a presence, stronger than any I’ve felt before.

The presence entered my mind, turning me into something strange. The transformation had started, yet I still had my mind.

Then I smelled blood, and it was all over.

Spoiled Tombstone

Matthew White

Gods that reap true essence, once so fragile. Deities close slender cracks of human mind.

Flashes in my optics, time stays agile To depart a former life, now so blind.

Displays tell ciphers of limited soul.

Relatives’ sentry whilst you decompose. The thief with a heart, your being, it stole. Merely a grave, what remains is a rose.

Rain cascade passes so diligently, My limestone skeleton fractures with time. My prior husk, still rests innocently, A decrepit headstone, far-off my prime.

I once did tread on treasured earth, to mourn Places damned by my own, now land of scorn.

Can you Remind Me?

Matthew White

Youthful spirits still tread on the road

Of memory lane that meets no near end. Ones who I thought would endlessly endear

Are now facing the light at the end of the tunnel. I forget their faces and they become a star, Illuminating a shadowy alley way.

Nightmares block me from looking the other way

As death races down that side of the road. The light from the car burns the flowers like a shooting star, Allowing the burning spirits to reach their end. Now vacant with old age, I forget what lies down that tunnel. My mind becomes vacant, there is nothing left to endear.

Stuck on a fresh slate, who can I endear?

Unfamiliar roads take me down a familiar way. The grass peeking through the sidewalk catches me in a tunnel. These streets are long unkept, more than just concrete, more than just a road.

The last and only to see this place, my caretaking has met its end,

And the end is the beginning, like explosions from a star.

Short clips of a movie, I’m no longer the star. I am stuck in casket, nobody around me to endear as the incense finishes its lengthy burning, marking my end.

My body still thrives, but my mind is on its way. The credits on the movie play as asphalt cracks along my road. Funny, I recognize ridges along the walls, yet I forget what lies down in that tunnel.

The moon swallows the light of day, including the light in my tunnel, Surrounded by gray, what falls is the final star, The fresh turf sticks out over the fractured road. What is left to endear? My absence allows a new path to find their way. For a new mind, until it too, reaches its end.

Complacent, I have finally reached my end, Long overdue, only shadows reek from the tunnel

As I Patiently wait for my prescriptions, easing me on my way

To a dwelling far up, near the stars That overflow with spirits to endear, that awaits me at the end of a newfound road.

I wonder what lives in a shooting star, so close to me now, so it I can endear.

Though the clouds lie a road of eternal remembrance that end With the ruin of my tunnel. Old memories sent on their way.