CRACKLING STILLNESS
- Mar 14
- 1 min read
By Grá Saol
The Crackling is instilled in effect.
Only quieting at full throttle,
When all apprehensive attitudes
are made null and void.
The Glass refracts glimpses of an
Organic green.
Slowly cut off by the ever moving
Mechanism
I’m confined to.
I am not alone on this journey.
In front of me lie 50 or so people,
All are waiting to depart the vessel.
None intrigued by the other's journey.
The river sparkles brown and blue.
I’d have rather been left off there,
But that choice
Is out of my hands.
I lay furthest back in the mechanism.
It's clicks and clanks
So defined,
I can even indulge in the vapours of petrol.
60 is now our defined speed,
The world around us more slow.
As clarity comes, I wish to turn back
But I am too far gone to return quickly
My lungs expand with my diaphragm tensing in confusion.
I cannot tell what it’s trying to keep out.
Is it the air that’s shallow or my heart?
For neither seems to want to keep me conscious.
Some are now departing,
Heading towards what
they hope
will elevate
their pain,
I have passed that point.
Two stops are left,
Neither is far from my destination
And both lead me to the same fate.
But at least I get to choose
How I shall depart.
Shallow breath in
Deep breath out.
I am gone.