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
stone walls and dirt floors-
candle flames cling to their wicks
throwing dark shadows
–
straw bedding-
a tallow candle’s
uneasy light
a callous wind blows
through the cracks in these old bones
and broken windows
–
rusty mountains-
poppy fields in
a sniper’s scope
autumn morning light
wanders in through the curtains-
your slow even breath
–
darkness-
waking to
a sudden rain
icy autumn breath
a sliver of the full moon
gazes down on me
–
morning run-
frozen leaves
crunch underfoot
waiting for the sun
thready morning clouds make way
for her arrival
–
open windows-
awake before
the alarm
waning pewter clouds
part to reveal the dark moon
hidden in plain sight
–
silver threads-
weaving by
moonlight
disoriented
twisted, I fall through my dreams
and land in my bed
–
ephemeral-
fire across
the evening sky
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