When forehead bears weight
Time fails to unburden,
It is the heart that needs sedating.
Eyes, witnesses of history, know more
The struggle to forget. Why look?
Days are luckier. They die.
Resurrect amnesiac; live on in serenity or wonder
Where wreckage spilled from.
It is easier to sew yourself up if you forget
How you tore. But you must know, or die
Chasing after fading suns at Atlantic’s core
Grieve lasts too long it replaces
Reality once lived
Life is never good enough,
There is no good time to host death
Life bears, if one for everyone, fruit, edible
Pull me off this deserted street I gallop
It ends where it breaks, leading
Down to where my coming will not
Upset weary dust.
I should have known, least probed
Smoke overing above
Clouding spaces my forehead would smash,
Prepping me for falling beyond
Rope, ladder, hope.
Night tells days that not only sight makes us.
Days die, relapse,
Bask in re-resurrection.
Souls look to days for hope
Which declines to share its secret,
Stumbling, dismantling beyond recoupling.
I see death axing my ceiling:
It leaves too many leaks
For resistance to seal