Penance
mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth
–
born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night
mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth
–
born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night
a single oak leaf
silently floats through the air
under azure skies
–
twelve again-
shuffling through
a pile of leaves
in silent anguish
the mute reach out for justice
their voices stolen
–
discordant music-
in the apple tree
a starling
sensing acceptace
evil walks in the daylight
no longer afraid
–
sunlight-
insects scatter
from prying eyes
staring at myself-
the bottom of a shot glass
looking back at me
–
oasis-
an empty carcass
in the sand
hard conversations
and a tongue well versed in the
dialogue of death
–
cherry blossoms-
walking the garden
with just enough poison
curling up in pain
the taste of salt on my lips
from licking my wounds
–
echoes-
broken antlers on
the forest floor
staring at myself
I see that I have become
what I feared the most
–
predawn-
coming awake
in a stranger’s mind
years of wasted time
of opportunities lost
and then you were gone
–
ancient water-
black scales sink
beneath the surface
every single day
regrettable decisions
I can’t seem to stop
–
waiting in vain-
a puddle
of streetlight