You're here;
potent like sharp arrows of light...

I feel like a blizzard of snow,
almost like a field of...

Hands that knocked at your gate
were not the same hands after...

Everybody left, I'm caught up here by my own
with bitter feelings biting down my tiniest bone...

I'm too wrapped onto my corner
to take a step outside this chamber...

You won't rest next to my eyes
when I rouse with tomorrow...

To the one who finds joy
as my shuddering breath threatens...

You've been eating away
at my conscience for a decade...

Am the last cigarette in your
pocket...

I helped you cross to the other side,
where everyone said the grass was brighter...

I've not been there before, but it smells like...
Washing the curse off your hair, cold water runs...

With a bunch of words in one hand,
yet silence in the other...