Tender helpless hands
Outstretched from the colossal abyss
That is love, loss, and lethargic lullabies

Digging deeper
The dirt is caking underneath my fingernails
Desperately clawing to find a God within his children

Yet finding nothing of the sort
Weary arms become numb and listless
Letting shadows consume the brief pale sunrise

Grappling with faith
Bleeding like horizons over porcelain eyes
Heaven, Hell, or am I straddling fences again?

Bravery before brevity  
Sanity has no sovereign, no direction, no pulse
And honor is a last breath escaping from dying lungs