Fractured Pathos Plays Beneath the Brilliance of the Rainbow
Coral Gathman Cook
The deep, dark days of spring and summer dissipate before me.
The absolute horrors of autumn will soon turn to bitter cold
Fingers of winter's death around my throat, squeezing
Life's breath violently from my pathetic self.
The rainbow is finally right. I am not beneath it.
I am lost forever.
Mine is a fractured heart, life a whirlwind of chaos.
The wrath of God reigns down upon me,
As it always has.
I am trapped in the web of agony and pain
Spun around me since long before my birth.
I gasp desperately for the air
It slowly forces from my lungs,
As it tightens its grip around my throat.
Of course, I do not want to die,
But how could I possibly desire life?
Caught in the crosshairs of my very own secret distresses,
I see that I am lost forever.
There is no hope nor any expectation
That I will be found in time to save me
From my pathetic self.
Death works its own will within my bones,
And the hope of escape itself
Escapes me now.