revolutions of the second hand
are innumerable to a watchful eye,
which is no comfort to this bruising

...shame

nor can heart's run far enough away
from pulsing, cancerous gangrene;
so off to the darkest mile it treads

...softly

sifts into the cooling of a fading day,
a gentle crushing blow fixes completely
these drowning, despondent smiles

...of yesterday

where wafting wavelets wail forlornly,
while whispering affections, once silent;
hearkening back to more innocent times

...found wanting