This one sided love is making us crazy
Forcing us endlessly to drive in circles
Like two starving vultures spotting carrion
It wears on me so
I’m dizzy and tired… please just let me sleep

i'll meet you on my own time
when i'm ready
although i may not know if that time comes

wooden clockwork silent lands
the lash and leash, broken whip
millennia of tired screams
works left unfinished now undone
moss claims back its lost kingdom

I found a boardwalk in the woods
leading, seemingly, to nowhere,
In a timberland swamp I knew from younger days;
Decaying and rotten, likely long forgotten.
I wondered how long it had been there, abandoned to its fate:
quietly mocked by the still standing timbers
(as yet spared the sawmills blade),
for its needless sacrifice; as its strength is weathered away - used but unrequited - wasted, faded and unmade.

I followed along its decrepit path
as far as I could make,
and laughed to myself and thought,
"Such is life's disarray."

Septembers remind us
that change, while inevitable
is always beautiful.
That each season of life
brings different weather.
The flowers don't have to
be blooming year round
for our surroundings
to be full of color.
Transformation
does not have to be
growth to be necessary.