Strewn

A thin line grows thinner

in between the people who matter most

Tossing away the knotted days

spent in unison
bound

In what seemed eternal

Through the betrayals

of ourselves our ties

fray strewn

Gray with age and dusty confusion

Heavily we step

the ground shaking too soon

  

Mechanics

So the mechanics of doubt

tic-toc

like a clock ill-fitted
unwound

Still they sit

staring

down the barrel of weariness

Shouting with no voice

no name

The mechanics

of dull days

Jutted

Each night climb down
jutted rock,
retire defeating thoughts

Each day climb up
and out with light

Shone in open hands