You stand quite lost, lost in your mind
as a picture does not capture
the austerity of light, in coldest bind.
You seize blind faith as if to say
that nothing works but running stray.

I am no fool but I see no fear;
you won’t walk quick
if I stand near. And getting close
your thoughts now reek, like a starlet;
all cherries and laughter and flushing cheeks.

Puzzled so hard by broken bones
I watch you turn and twist, insist
that only my neck you wish to strangle;
that only my eyes will drown
your sorrows.