#binoculars
A relationship
Is a lot like
Collimating binoculars
It’s time consuming
It’s difficult
It’s about aligning
But in the end
Often is left even more
Blurred.
Jun 9, 2018
Jun 9, 2018 at 10:02 PM UTC
Watched old and lonely walking this road
Naming the nameless ones from a chair
On three legs splinted up with bricks
I chipped the mortar out holding out
For footsteps in the dirt like the heel
Toe once heard, enduring over bounds
And now beating in the depths right
Next to death. Whispers softly at
Distance maybe only echoes from
The wind.
I hold out.
Fight fury in the doubt.
I hold out.
Binoculars looking.
Nursed and fed empty chests and stomachs
No less to give from my own abyss
Could crawl over nail bleeding for
The kin the world lost when it ended
Just to do my only due to give
Back what I know to show the wandering
You might survive in lack.
Oh I lack.
I hold out.
I hold out.
Binoculars up
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:40 PM UTC