to burn this history and rewrite fate.
taking all actions into account
sealing the fall with this image i create
missing the pretense and how it never occurred
failing the innocence and chalking up the lines that blurred
knowing strength is what it takes
to remember that these November days are absurd.
waiting for the warm wind to die away
bring the cold breeze to stray away
all the heat that this life has created
and hoping this time the frost will stay.
triggering tears in an atmosphere of confusion.
all of this all of this, it has to be a disillusion.
something false, something not there.
something a few steps short of a solution.
wandering down street lit alleys
knowing someone less fortunate is around the corner rallying
oppositions to take whats mine
prepositions support this fallacy.
words rhyme yes
as they come less and less
stolen from another poem
until there is nothing in these fingers left.
recycled what was mine
to create another line
to lead me away
from what i thought was mine.
fearing the light, holding the darkness.
knowing i cant see anything in this emptiness.
knowing theres no steps ahead of me to fall upon
knowing theres nothing left to confess.
