Left alone to wander
Down the black stone road
Gushing, splintered, homebound
Spinning from the fall

Tightened, tinkered, totaled
Forced to reconcile
Is a call to arms in order,
Or is this just a trial?

Patched by panes of forgiveness
Light seeps through the blinds
The hurt is not well hidden
It’s just a matter of time.

Swelling, steaming, simmer
It flows over the brim
Caught by common courtesies
Stifled by general decency

Animalistic glances
Looks of sheer desire
Civilization is not well organized

Let’s set the ******* on fire.