Treasure (97 of 365)

Day 97 of the 365 day poem challenge.

Word of the day atrophy: "a decrease in size of an organ caused by disease or disuse."

Treasure

One day my dearest treasure was stolen from me

I was lost in tears 

The world was tasteless and foreign

Laughter was a hideous parasite

Without my treasure

I roamed outside of my comfort

Hoping solace would find me there

But instead snakes buried themselves black and tearing in my intestines 

It was like nerves I'd forgotten 

It was like being young again

That terrible Unknown

That fatal doom to be lost

My tears sounded as though

They came from a child 

I lost more than my treasure 

I wandered and none could suffer

My loathing and my mindless loafing 

I wandered aimless without my treasure and without a rail to grip

Without a support 

I prattled on in circles of friends who demonstrated no interest

I divulged my woes next to acquaintances who avoided my like an illness

I bothered strangers with my tale

And they spat on me 

Then I did not speak

I fell silent and remained so

Until the trees whispers were screams beside my silent and

my tongue atrophied 

They, former friends, waylaid acquaintances and scowling strangers, did not know nor care

That my treasure was lost 

I stopped and froze

In the ice of my own heart

I froze and suffered five deaths

The first was my flesh as it slipped away from me becoming gelatinous and rotund 

The second was watching my nerve being wrenched from me

The third was to see my loneliness sucking on my marrow like a parasite 

The fourth was finding myself divested of all mortal caring 

The fifth was losing a fire that kept me from mutating into a frozen statue to grow stiff and return to my treasure.

I tried to make the last journey 

I stood at the threshold of it 

With only the ugly matter at hand

I tried but then I knew

My treasure was gone

And even then in nothing

It would not be returned to me

So I turned and walked headlong into my despairs and ugliness

I saw it all the way into the horizon

The walk was gruelling, is gruelling

Nonetheless I continue

I dream that my treasure will return

I dream and drown in hope

But I know one truth only 

My treasure is gone and she shall never return to me.