Recycled
Suns setting
Casting crowns
Withering infatuations
Precious views
Blocked by barricades
Victory or defeat
Crimson skies
Gazing upward
Internal combustion
Spills over
Suppressed
By all my fears and transgressions
Tears ran without a spigot  
I couldn’t turn off
Blue and gray
Never made a yellow
Brick road
Imperfections
Never took pity
On my party
Like a barrage of bad moments
A saint I am not
And neither where they
A raging current
Churning tides
The tires fell off before the finish line
Love that forgot
To mention me in a sentence
Careless touch
Your could never cradle
Me properly
A symmetry
Your globe
Is looking less and less
Appealing
The hourglasses in your pupils
Hazy storms
Like fading fires in your eyes
Like the days
You’ve been trapped in
Covered in stone pillars all your own
A faceless man
Who’s starving to be whole