If I had pennies 
For when Rage was 
Misplaced 

I'd have pounds,
But they'd burn to 
At my fireplace. 
 
When was there fair space 
Just to despair 
Grace. 

I'll fall slowly and mould 
Along the way,
I'm so cold I couldn't be 
Strong anyway. 

I lost pride
I'm dust in the 
Place I used to reside.

These are the words 
To empty air 
I confide.

Displace

*I will let the enamel rust
If that's what it takes
To remove
The enamored me*

Letting It Rust

her body rusting - 
*yes, they call me vagabond -*
prisoned to wander.