Hope is insidious in its waning,
lingering sweet like a sin,
an unspoken prayer
that betrays reason
in defiance of looming inevitability
while offering nothing more
than a lengthening of the hours
of a lonely vigil.
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a lie
Don’t ask me
to save you–
I can’t even
save myself.
Sanctuary
I love
the statement made
in the art
that is your soul
the expression
in your eyes
when naked and bare
exposing yourself
to a watching world
you lie to me
and promise me sanctuary
from the world
from the storm
from myself
arise
radiance
against the backdrop
of a fevered night
and now a morning
draped in silvered silence
awakens untempered dreams
waiting to be wrought
in the forge of tomorrow
I Disappear
I disappear
not because of you
because of me
because of this
because of that
for you
Inside of me
I retreat
away from me
away from us
away from this and that
Withdrawal
without surrender
with every regret
and every reason why
and why not
because
(there)
is not an answer
Deal Gone Right
I sold
your picture
today.
It only cost
the Devil
my soul.
Interlude
It is that resonant silence,
this unsettling sense
of what is to come,
the internal roar
held still by inertia,
as I quietly come undone;
it is that moment
of clarification
just before the storm,
the lie of peace,
the long deep breath,
the hope of the unborn;
it is the veil thinned
and the Muse’s kiss,
the raven’s siren song,
the restless sky
and the beat of time
that holds my soul aloft,
though heavy I am
against the wind,
my heart rooted in earth.
