endless ebbs a snaking a drowning
drained waiting undead
hopeful cords break my fall sometimes
a cold empty space in every room
the other they fear to converse with
some other variety of gloom
haunted by a homeless question mark
punctuation and grammar misplaced
a mismatch of tone and narrative
it aches all the time
soft cold air drifting down hard heavy
aimless pressure at winter dusk
the stationary feels heavy in my hand
rotting leaves rotting petals
branches out to catch and molest
bearing thorns waiting in dark
whispering on my neck we hate you
a poisoned kiss placed on nape
cliches in the dark as i walk home

Places In Between

It’s a saunter, a wander not seen on earth,
blinking is no longer necessary here,
blank stares adorn those who still have eyes.

Lingering in lifeboats accompanied by a lantern,
some are found under the water, drifting,
an armada of souls sailing for now and forever.

Boundaries always move, catching them off guard,
walking for miles then hitting a white wall,
take ten steps to the right and there’s another.

Lost in the cracks between rhyme and reason,
relics of a period that will never happen,
an endless search for a familiar place.

I Wasn’t

Absent friends on the breeze,
voices of peers I will never meet,
guiding me away from harm.
I look to them for answers
they reply in verse,
“I wasn’t,
but you’ll be fine.”