Hope.Abandoned
When hope is abandoned despair takes control
Hope endures long after we have given up
Hope Abandoned.
Such bittersweet,
fluttering hope
her eyelashes battering
tears cheek-ward,
hands trembling
to reach towards him
as his footsteps retreat,
yet still she hopes
he'll turn back into
her hungry arms.
But then he is gone
as loneliness smiles. Battle flag gripped
tightly in the
rigor mortised fingers
of an eighteen year old bearer.
Blood spattering its countenance,
shows torn cloth still
flapping bright colors
that stain the smoke burnt sky. Heart skips a beat,
then three,
fluttering, sputtering,
spasming.
The old man
fumbles his keys,
hoping to make
the E.R. but falls
into his garage, face first,
a concrete decision
fate made for him. Young lady balanced
on a window ledge,
at the world trade towers
107 stories high,
fire at her back
roasting her flesh,
crisping her hair.
Dress flutters
like a parachute,
insufficient for her weight,
as she plummets
praying for mere seconds,
then personally
meeting God. Hope flutters
in many ways,
much like this
paper in the wind,
the yammering
pulse in my wrist,
and my endless
brain synapses
that allow you to read
the butterfly paths
of my thoughts.
© 2009 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
