Worry is the ****** star
in descent falling West
holding woe deep within
as it burns

A searing tail opening wounds
closed in skies ever in night
inking bleeding black into
what follows

Stitches made of wishes
unfulfilled and barring
future pleasure melt
with my mental state
each dawn I climb
the ivy covered ledge
mossy marble slick to step
in ****** silence where
the gulls laugh at me
in the light.