tragedy

turbid eyes
weak and distraught
wield my sanity
to save what is left
of myself
trespass what i own
to revive what was lost
tear apart what jests me
and make whole
love regained yet forgotten
seal my sanity
and lament over my sanctuary -
that which i own
no more.


glass house

fog hovers over my meadows
wrapping me in cold slumber
making me wonder of the sleep
i might endure for the night
what simple joy it is
to succomb to the cold
and die in the arms of a known villain.
dark clouds fill my sky
lurking among themselves
and understanding not why they kid me
in the first place
trapped, they viciously squirm -
trying to untie the knots that
bind them to my soul
bitter-sweet sorrow haunts my glass
that bursts into shards that bleed
and yet, not spilled to the floor
what irony have i?
and what little hunger i had
was my salvation

turning around, i saw lightning approach me -
wanting so much to quicken my thoughts
awaken my love, ruin my streams
what little faith i had was my shield
my fortress that stood not
instead crawled down onto his belly and wept
foolish me torn by invigorated longing
and unquenched trust
what little fear i had became my sanctuary -
fearing the shards of glass would tear me apart
and yet felt thankful they did

seemingly abated
i stood before me
unadulterated,
yet dead.