"Become To Be" Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

quite places
leading to a very
dark time … time now
running through the surface
of what, is remaining … life that
has no balance, living heavy, broken
falling between unspoken terms written
on some fading rainbows; of no compassion.
What is such living, comprised of silent screaming
noiseless sufferings, burning in the crackling flames of
so many troubling things … life of incompleteness in
a desperate attempt to heal this punctured heart
stumbling and tumbling and crawling over and
through decades, of losing one's thoughts
and views of what living life assuredly
should be assumed to be … rather
than this irrationality that it has
in these daze become to be …