Connect the dots
unnumbered and far apart
From the tiniest flea 200 times it leaps

They come too often and never want
To be heard clear as day
The harbinger calls my attention
To die would be a solace unrewarding

I held a pale limb outstretched
Hoping another would grasp it
I'm afraid my blood refuses to take itself
To my fingertips with any regularity
Too viscous and uncaring
I wish the depressed thoughts would stop
Turning memories to sludge weighing heavy
On my mind a million topics run to nowhere
Only echoes uttered, a hollow reverberance
To keep my skeleton company

Attend my bedside in the dying hours
Rage against my quiet embers?
Losing light, turning white and flakey in your hands
Hold on to mine before it disappears
Before I am nothing but an echo in your thoughts?
Slowly losing familiarity and sound
When body returns to dirt the hurt stays above ?
You tend to ere on the rumination,
Time stills the throbbing
I end up bobbing in the water hoping not to catch another

Dance upon deaf ears
tip tap metal clear as crystal
piercing the night
screaming against the bricks

Regular and out of time
scraping dust and drunken rhyme
the rhythm danced and shared among others
the night closes under covers

a sleep had fitful
duel of thoughts and combat
derrived from the worst
trenches mud dirt and hurt

no man's land but our own
hand grenades thrown
ignoring the comrades they hit
as long as the battle nears

the war not one but many
spare a penny fallen on deaf ears

The shadows of the past gaze down on us
Sparkling eyes of long ago
Dying to meet us and sore from their journey
Guide us to shore and part goodbye