help.
don’t want to be alone.
left in dismay.
with nowhere else to go.
the perpetual ignition
to the minds of synthetic decisions
left scattered like fall leaves
trailed for me to follow.
can’t always keep my weight
from crushing underneath.
the sinking punch plummeting
to the pit of my stomach.
left to reiterate the syllables
stranded for me to swallow.
help.
can anyone hear.
sometimes I don’t think
there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
the cool misty crisp.
the pregnant clouds seething,
sinking to catch teeth
with the means of you and me.
a gullible shrill thundering across
the expanse of the big grey sky,
the spit of your words cut edge
like a shower of shrapnel clinging
to the teetering stance on a flower bed.
feeling the eclipse, the weight before
the swooning slip  
as you decided to let our grip
go into ****.