Sight Fail Me Not

Sight, fail me not, for my eyes have scanned the uppermost region of the atmosphere
Rich golden rays on threaded needles have captured those eyes and my moments are now lost
Slow beating wings of flightless birds create a drumming cadence to pass the seconds
Plants whither under the blazing heat, and what was once, is alas no more
Sharp stinging waves pound the shores with relentless anger, again and again and again
This purgatory cannot be explained as I lay here outstretched, my body naked and barren
Ravaging elemental spirits continuously strike me in my weakened state
My essence, nay, my very fabric is slowly eroded from the edges
Such are the tales of the trials and tribulations
The ones all men shall willingly endure to test their mettle
My moment of self-awakening stood on the threshold of my existence and it tried to pass
This dismal place first attacks the flesh
Once the physical is overcome by weakness, hope is challenged
Foregone are the things that once held value to the highest
Splintered thoughts of a future are savagely crushed by the endless cruelty of the elements
Now I languish, for as I am suspended here at my own choosing
I can only reach deeply into my memory to catch glimpses
Singular moments of time were well spent, but now growing further beyond my recall
And great shimmering walls of whiteness stretch wide from the bedrock
Surrounding me with a vast nothingness
And this great reflection seeks to finally wash away my remaining thoughts
And yet, strength has not abandoned me, for my mind still has vision
And there is no accomplishment from the endless suffering
Aside from giving away its deepest most inner secrets
Now emboldened as the angry minions of this desolate place do draw ire
For my lips wear a subtle smile of secret conquest
For even in my state of paralysis, I still hold the power to reflect upon my decisions
My life is beholden to no one and this is but a timeless test
In this moment I am bound by these invisible chains
Yet I cannot be steered with extremes, despite my own commitment
For there are those things which are woven into my fabric
And no erosion will penetrate the inner sanctum of my fortitude
My strength grows with but each passing second and the trickle in my veins gains purchase
Each moment of memory serves me well on the project to rebuild and carry forth
I shall not succumb to that which I command
Nor shall I give over the final recollection of the past and the finery that it brought to me
Watch all around me spirits!
I shall not yield to the countless numbers of bolts and arrows
My flesh shall be hardened as iron and those elemental trappings shall be cast from my sight
Gathering within me all the seconds of a mutual past of success and triumph
I alone possess the power to break free from the chains of this limbo
My hope remains
With my memories I have everything
My eyes are not blinded and my vision remains clear
Sight fail me not
For I shall persevere

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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