Sweetened Tea

I have taken shots of the dark, running aground, mindlessly breaking under tow
Where is that solemn day? Fallen into atrophy, unable to wrap these pulped knuckles as I have prayed and fasted to an empty sky
The tiny dagger like hands ask for help, but sorry, you're not sick enough for us to care

I have been given strong trees, but my water poisons their bark
I inherit a mind of wonder, but the heroes in my book have all moved on
I was given a dandelion, that could not grow in my cracks

There is endless rancor, and I have grown tired
I can't offer you a word of hope nor a long and weary traveled ray of sunlight
This Earth's dirt spits into my soles, we cannot walk out of here

Put my hopes down resentfully as they weep and pray, n'evr enough green to cover those horrid thorns
A statue learned to shed nothing, in moss coated granite
In an unmoving ground I have elucubrated a remedy, in capsules that know naught color

Aged eyes grow exhausted circles, faithful to a hospital bed taut with restraints
Because I am, I will be in solitude, a lesson August's light never lets rest
I am broken ostentatious displays not worthy of your time, unable to carve a smile

Can you keep your head up? Can you resist sorrow's attempt to hurt you?
Amist a sea of tarnished rubies, you were the last and best light of the evening
I have tried everything, only to cut my sails, the future failed to change me

The things others have seen, hide from my view
The feelings have become fleeting I once held so dear
It bitterly breaks my heart

There once was an angel who fell in love with a fern
And I was given a dandelion that could not grow in my cracks
When your eyes meet, I miss you

I have these demons and they sing to me;
With woeful somber sonnets of abysmal dismay.
Their voices seemingly calling out with glee;
And their talons ready to grasp me within the fray.
But I am chains to the nothingness and wish to be free;
While its weight pulls me down like an anchor on the bay.
These demons are not friendly nor will they ever be;
But I lack friends, and they always stand beside me, come what may.

Shimmering grey stone walls, cuddling next to each other, carrying passionate raw carvings among them like fairy lights.

Shared moments, linked laughter, exhilarating talks till dawn, embedded in your initial, glowing brightly, last summer's day yet again.

That day, I vowed my allegiance, my love pouring all over your hair, falling like rain, nourishing the past.

I come back often when I think of you, when I caress the cold dusted initial of yours, while mine lingered in the shadows, dissolving into time.

Only the wind remembers what was lost. Our secrets gliding, dancing throughout the cave.
If only my eyes could find you one last time before I chain my flesh under the dying light.