I remember when I went to sleep
how the world felt so cold so bleak,
deep ingrained childhood pain
humanities stain forever remains
history framed
the heart cannot be tamed
an elephant caged knows only hate
anticipate to wait fate is never late
better late than never
if ever was a point
lost in sound feelings compound
light is rust dusted trust
becomes meaningless
wind blows west I tear to jest
a quest detests a soul bereft.
Left is right right is left
I’ve nothing left but errant jest
bereft my heart leans low
is my moral code that hollow
the moon wallows
the heart repeats out of sync
the stars sink.

©️JMCole