Lost – Page 28 – Iron Haiku

hoping against hope
to stem the incoming tide
and still it rises
–
august-
forsaken
by the sun

thick solemn silence
dozens of flag draped coffins
lining the tarmac
–
echoes of summer-
shell casings
in a folded flag

cut from the same cloth
the two of us holding fast
lest it unravel
–
sheep shearing-
lost in thought
or so it seems

robins flying south
I’m left stranded alone with
my desperation
–
evening dew-
california poppies
closed for the night

jealous of our affections
in full view of everyone
the moon steals the sun
–
midday-
the spotlight
stolen

i look at myself
and listen to my own lies
praying that they’re true
–
reflections-
outside my window
a magpie

the lust for power
buried in the hearts of men
exhumed far too soon
–
hesitation-
the sharp crack
of thin ice

my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try
–
waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings

changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice

standing by the sink
staring at my soapy hands
my momentum gone
–
blinders on-
running headlong
towards a dead end