a wick hugged by a flame
the heat is grateful for the threads
as are the threads for a purpose
a gust of life snuffing the couple
fire is a resilient foe
even assuming its best qualities
persistence holds no grace
the wick is lonesome without its flame
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
searching remains
this old brain turns to silence today
from nights to days to nights
still no change
when will the pain of being the same ever do a god **** thing
Mar 17, 2020
Mar 17, 2020 at 1:35 AM UTC