Did all the words escape you
There within the ever breaking landscapes that you scrape through?
And, with your tattered cape, flew
Without recognizing how intensely it can shape you
Did all the fury die down
When your hurricane became a sigh so you could lie down?
And with your tears on dry ground
Weep for all the oceans that are no longer inside now
Did all your questions capsize
Thrown like tiny pins that just now realized the map’s wide?
And, with a tremble, asked why
Answers have become a mausoleum where the facts die
Did all your worry bleed through
Staining all the bandages you needed as they need you?
And, with regret, agree to
Falter in the famine of the forest where your seed grew
I see it as I see you
Fractures in a mask of porcelain beaneath a sea blue
And if I could I’d lead you
Here beyond the valleys where the shadows of defeat loom