Author: ZacharyWGilbert

Lights, eaten by Blindness

by ZacharyWGilbert

His selfish gray eyes,

are shut tight, as he

chews upon my ears.

Turned the wrong way,

his dead gray eyes,

see only the inside of

himself, inside HIS head.

Willfully blind to the world,

the warm glow,

close light of others,

is only distant darkness,

lost, from his shut gray eyes.

Complaining, griping, insulting,

he chews down candled souls,

the light is squelched,

lost in his wet jaws.

with eyes turned inward,

and a gut that will never satisfy.

One by one,

the lights fade,

With gray eyes turned,

into himself, in anger

he calls out,

his voice echoes

in lonely darkness

and he sees only,

the inside of himself.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

Drink up words, drink up people

by ZacharyWGilbert

I am an avid learner.  My favorite question is,

“What is your story?”

 

Like groundwater, hidden in the belly of the earth,

I pump ideas out of my mind and onto the paper.

Characters, plots, and subtext evaporates as stories,

are watered for the ultimate harvest.

 

The volume of my mental aquifer will soon be depleted,

if I do not read, and drink up new ideas in flowing words.

The resource of writing will go dry and die of thirst,

if I do not listen, and drink up the tales of others.

 

A writer cannot live without the water of the reader,

a reader cannot live without the streams of the writer,

a beautiful and fragile ecosystem, must be cared for,

because a resource robbed from a cycle, is lost forever.

 

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert