Poem - "I never came" - Christian Cruz

I never came

I came first

I came last

I never came

Creation was but a game that never knew the consequences and never drew the stakes.

All is lost and desolate now at our grave. The tombstone is etched but can't be read by

flaring eyes or washed by skilled hands.

Stepping outside the lines and feeling the energy surrounding all the lights that hold the

fragile plain firmly. It wasn't the fault of one or the fate of all, but came swiftly and left

no trace.

I came first

I came last

I never came

A few pebbles, some pure drops of rain. A single creature set on the plain.

Ruins eroded long ago. The fiercest battles laid to rest. Flaming passions extinguished

as the petals fall into dust and are gone.

Brambles stretching from oblivion to heaven's gate weave a tapestry of woeful tales and

lovely dreams transcending the parts and the whole. A mark was made forevermore,

whether or not the scribe's works fizzle in the dusk.

I came first

I came last

I never came

Eruptions of fury and small miracles abound. Cracked earth and grains of sand. Primal

forces wrestling for supremacy on the gentle plain.

Cracked earth and grains of sand reign supreme in the realm without light of mind.

Courageous flights of whimsy long gone and left for dead. Close the book for the

morning won't come. All of the children have fallen. All of the souls have ceased.

Mind over time. A construct of abstract will never tone the bells. Infinite in all respects,

the thoughts travel back and forth with zest and spirit to chime existence. To have been

part of the party. To have learned the dance. To have tasted love and reveled in lust.

For but a short moment to be truly alive.

I never came.