I write, at times I bleed…
Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference.
Shattered
Chaos is
Harmony for the broke
And battered
Skin crazes
In the endless fletch
Of winter
Armor chinks
And falls away
Unremarked
The whole
That once was
Webs
Hope is
The gate that
Never opens
Loss is
Emotion in torrents
Of pain
Broke is
That moment of
Impact
Broken is
Silken tethers of
Forever.