Can the living grieve for their lives?

Can the living grieve for their lives?
A forgotten door now firmly shut

Suddenly your skies have limits

Worn from walking this far

Halt

Curtain call

You are not invincible
We are not forever
Not everything is possible

The fragility of opportunity, it trembles at the touch

A fairy’s wing against a window pane
Breathtaking to catch, a treasure to attain
Compare it to banality
The sprinkling dust of hope
- it makes you sneeze
Shut your eyes
Your nose is raw

Gleaming gold
Glowing fists
Smooth
Streamlined
Success
Phelps beat his own record
All at once
You are your only competitor

Now or never
Else in the future
Which is really just as bad

Milestones to reach, mountains to climb
Jagged rock leads to open knees, spilling freely down the sides

Stand at the top in front ahead

Your guts in a squishy heap
Swimming in the waters below
If you’re lucky
It could have been your soul
Extinguished by your very own roughened palm crushed between calloused finger tips
In exchange for weathered stone smooth as success heaving you to the top

What do we do after we seek and we find and succeed? Seek the ultimate, the endless, the internal, the impossible

Thoughts are leaping into my head,
Landing badly like car crash victims
Smashed and squelched and slapped against my skull
Seeping badly. Seeping fast.

‘til I cannot read, they are no longer there and I have only the sense of an elusive truth missed
A message never conveyed or even processed

Vivid
Vibrant

You bathe in it, hide in it, sink into it with no explanations
Embrace by day or postpone it
They are rich in quality
Sometimes

The multicoloured glory of an array of fireworks
The flickering transformation of a black and white TV
They can lick your wounds, soothe your ego, feed your desire, drive you to the foot and fly over that mountain, sacrificing nothing, beholden to none

Or leave you shrunken, Old Mad Broken
Rocking in a chair. Sitting on the floor.
Stooped in despair.
Bottles are your friends. Rain that old enemy.
The bed a sinister comfort
The outside a needless truth

Jingling of money. Clank of an award. Smear of a sticky kiss. Beam of a secret smile.

Dancing alone. Bowing amidst applause.
In a darkened room, the truth is nought but yours

Yellow. Yellow. Yellow.

Yellow-Gold
Goldy-Yellow
Gold
Yellowy-Gold
Yellowy-Green

Green. Green. Green.

Sticky-Green
Sickly-Green
Bitter-Green

Lone. Lone. Lone.

Suddenly I loathe everyone.
You too.