oh dear, oh woe is me,
my sight is blurred,
so I can't see,
yet this opaque nature,
deems to be free,
my ensconced vision,
is turning on me,
sheltering and comforting,
the me I could be,
yet with these lenses,
I still can't see.

To you, the ground beneath my feet
Every step I take,
you support me.

You stand with me,
in my times of trouble

I am warmed by your embrace,
as I become entranced in your outfit of lace.

Nothing could be more finely crafted,
than my connection with you.

The ages may wear on you,
yet you remain the only one
my sole longs for.

For you truly are...
My favorite pair of shoes.

rage smells like smoldering embers,
rage looks like bloodstained fists,
rage sounds like elevated heartbeats,
rage feels like a tidal wave,
yet rage tastes like charred ashes,
because its twin causes upset,
her name, after all… is regret.

The moon hangs over the earth
A dead thing
Over a dying thing