Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for Losing control
Like water
Like water slipping-dripping
Falling through my fingers -
My life can not be kept contained;
It slowly falls apart…
Lost in the unraveling
I seek but find no understanding -
Ever near the end is clear;
It’s mocking beckoning…
Sliding down this rabbit hole,
Accelerating reckoning -
I’m crumbling at velocities
That I can not maintain…
Pulsing-dreaming – lost control -
I’m stumbling-falling through this squall -
Draining empty – slowly – sweetly -
Waiting for the bell to toll…
House of cards
threatened by the winds of change
my world is verging on collapse;
teetered on the final vestige -
hopeful glimmers fading quickly,
shadowed by oblivion…
The end
Like the last sands seeping through the hourglass
I’m bleeding my lethal sorrow through burst veins…
Misery’s mammoth trunk constricts my broken heart
and I gasp while the thick air escapes my lungs…
My soul is teeming from a thousand butterflies
the flutterling-children dancing on my skin -
I waver and wrestle against the growing despair
but the cords of grief have conquered my will…
My eyes reach out to the star-barren heavens;
the endless murk is reflecting-repeating:
my tragic plea, splintered and shattered-
the fruits of delight now rotten and spoilt…
Crumpled and cold I collapse and crumble
My being becomes liquid – a whirling vortex;
I am swept along by the flooded rivers;
the tumble-twirl tempo shredding my thoughts…
And then there is nothing – I float fatigued -
Around me the vacuum of tranquil harmony…
I drink the silence – the sweet relief
And soar through the portals of salvation…
-Translated from the Afrikaans poem “Die einde” by Francois Bergh
