• s to be one of
    Desperation

    Over the longing
    of something
    of sentimental Value

    To hold it tightly
    till near crushing
    blow

    Longing even more so
    for the
    cradled warmth of
    a held tight fear

    Unleashed through mouth
    Words now sought for

    Wrought in the mind
    of the despaired anger

    Fought till the grasp
    of a hand
    cut deep, bone shown white

    With the sharp love
    dripping cold, pooled
    under heel

    pursed tightly the soft
    essence of touch
    between tongue and teeth

    recedes back into the
    folds of reality

    Decimated is the conscious
    of the dreams washed

    Fades to black
    photo perfection sharp focus
    Lost realms in solitude untold