Distraction
it is the piece in the part
of the heart
holding dear

Fine lines of disgrace
mental pleas to
the disease are
starry eyed
beliefs

Dream encounters
choice remainders
final songs
strewn out in mad
lyrics

Played once again
tempting, toying
with my sanity

curses

Rants, moans
tried and true fantasy
held in this earth
bountiful to its remorse

Staring out windows girth
snow piling
cold encumbering limbs
and stretched faces

Laden by the droughts
of heart sunken
soul bitten and
strung out glee