i wish this lonely
hall of angst
would collapse inward
on itself, pushing all
the haunting memories out forever
so that peace could wing
her way across my eyes so insomnia
didn’t hold me in her constant
vigil as i sit bathed in the cold embrace
of moon silver’s outstretched hand —
dragonflies used to fly
across my soul, we used to get along
for our shy awkwardness was
so very similar;
they’ve abandoned me in these tears
of melancholy, not knowing
what to say for silence
is an improper response yet so are words —
this house is a funeral pyre,
and i’ll throw myself on it’s wooden doom
should i be left in this winter gloom
forevermore;
white fields of broken corn hold wisps
of promise i tried to collect,
your mocking laughter seduced me to tears
erosion wears on my heart
as i sit in this lamentation
not knowing how to rescue myself
from these dark winds
threatening to tear the threshold of joy from me
forever more, woodpeckers steal the nuts
they’ve burrowed deep within trees
walnuts cracked litter spring’s grass and flowers
bloom their joy as sun star gold sings his song
yet i will not be moved —
winter has reached out and touched my soul robbing
me of the topography of a smile,
i’ll never remember my happiness until you return.