Aldas is a writer and editor with an MA in Creative Writing. He had the privilege of being chosen as the Irish Writers Centre delegate for the International Literature Festival Dublin 2020. His work has been featured in Cabinet of Heed, The Fiction Pool, Qutub Minar Review and elsewhere. You can find out more at http://www.aldaskruminis.com/.
Path is always there
towards the dunes of sand,
shares your sadness
your past steps
etched on broken ground
as you walk towards the stars.
The sun isn’t always there
but the path is open,
even if uncertain and unpaved.
Tides ebb and flow,
but the path is always there,
waiting to be mapped.
Time has come
Time is running out, the sand has trickled down
the funnel made of glass. He watches the grains
settle in smooth heaps like a desert after a storm.
Time has passed. It is done; the midnight has come.
Fear dissolves and the world stops; your thoughts
quiet and you pause to breathe; that time has come.
Incurable passage of time drags you with
its silent heavy steps into tomorrow.
But now tomorrow is today and you have to rise;
that weight of heavy steel against your hip asks for
warmth of blood, for the act of a secret plot.
Cold murder wrought on a cold night, but with warm
hands and a beating heart. That steel
makes you God; the punisher, unlawful
and executor, wrongful. A God not in law
but in opportunity. You take your hat,
squeeze yourself into a coat
and brave the snowy night.
Your footprints mark the fresh-fallen snow
in a trail of murder on this quiet night.
You never noticed, but the streetlights
follow your way there, to the house
with a red door and frost-bitten windows.
There sits the sinner. You dig out
the cold metal from your pocket
Born into death,
already I have failed.
Death’s claws brush my cheek,
cold air grips my neck.
I don’t reach for a grave
but a tombstone bears my name.
Fear or courage, I will pass,
fade with the past.
By fame or forgetfulness
I will drown in the ground.
Time will erase my marks,
void my life of meaning.
I have failed already, buried
under a temporary life.