Dregs

Feasting through the famine on a meal of bitter tears
To satiate a hunger unaware of what it craves
Marking off the minutes in a mission made for years
And holding on to fireflies to help illuminate the looming cave

Holding to a compass while debating up and down
And arguing the color of a sky we’ve never seen
Drawing constellations with a stick upon the ground
And holding to the fallacy that someday we’ll agree on what they mean

Starving on the banquet that we’ve made of efforts plied
And washing down revulsion with a chalice never filled
Burning promised bounties to defend the one denied
And holding hands before our eyes, we wonder when the sun will be revealed

Holding to a lantern while we fret the dying flame
And seeking whats to be upon a road that’s looping back
Begging for a hand, we fear to offer up the same
And holding to the things we wish to lose we never find the things we lack

Vesper

Where the winds were whipping
In the deserts of despair
With balance, ever tipping
Like a set of tired feet upon a chair

Standing so beleaguered
Where the weights were there upon
The shoulders that were eager
To be free and see the weight forever gone

In a room attended
By a lack of anyone
The darkness, now distended
And the pressure, once a pound, was now a ton

Steps without a meaning
And the chair fell with a bang
Now quietly he’s swinging
Like a chime that held a song that never sang

Diffident

The pencils are sharpened
The pen full of ink
The paper, pristine
Til it’s bleeding and darkened
By words in between
What I say and I think

The phrases are numbing
The sentences blur
The comments are cold
Like the thing I’m becoming
For trying to hold
To a fading allure

The words are depleting
The meaning is thin
The things that I wrote
Now I struggle deleting
Or even demote
Where they cut through the skin

The message is fading
The paper in shreds
The well is now dry
And I’m no longer waiting
For stars in the sky
To put light where the darkness has led

Withdrawal

I give the roads away to new erosion
I pull down all the lights that shine your way
I slip out of the halo that I made of your reflection
And let your ruby lips resign to gray

I put away the mask with the expression
I painted with the color of your eyes
I cut the strings between the clues I made from dead connections
Since meaningless or meanings made of lies

I let the cycle meet its resolution
And put away the memories I bent
Until they fit a pattern I could twist into affection
Calling stolen arrows ones that Cupid sent

I let the symptoms swallow the condition
I throw away the needles with your name
I let you keep the pieces like a final intervention
Since the drug and the withdrawal hurt the same

Distance

Around again in spirals now
With litanies like litter thrown
Where not for any moment made of triumph do we bow
To pauper kings and dying crones
Upon detritus covered thrones
Because we only stand as tall as circumstance allows

And so we set our palette thin
And worry for the paint we use
With brushes that we never touched and never will again
So canvases are left to lose
The portraits all bereft a muse
With signatures we craft of “Never lose, but never win”

Arrested by the view to be
Where, surely, stars are meant to grow
Our wrists are counting moments in a world we never see
And who we are, we fail to show
And why we hide, we never know
But hold our broken, hated masks and swear they set us free

But then there are so many days
And life is like a lost balloon
And here we are like children blinded by the golden rays
With fingers reaching for the moon
Where finding clouds would be a boon
But still, the road is dark and what we seek…it seems a million miles away

Burden

We struggle with weight
And with stress
And with bags under eyes
For it’s late
And we can’t sleep or rest
Neath the press of our daily disguise

We battle our aches
And our pains
And our unconfessed woes
Like it’s cake
And we, silent, complain
Seeking balance on half-broken toes

We carry the loss
And regret
And we try to move on
Like the cost
Hasn’t broken us yet
And our hearts weren’t quartered and drawn

We hold on so much
We forget
That we need to let go
Of a touch
Of a face
Of a crutch
Of the ones that we met
And we wilt in the shadows of those who don’t care if we grow

Disconsolate

Saturated so like bits of cotton
Filled to overflowing by the wounds never forgotten
Shrapnel from the battles that we fought in
Eyelids set like shutters
Hiding hearts that speak in stutters
With a sign that says, “I promise that I might return…” but not when

Elevated high like pulses racing
Hands set like a shield to hide the darkness that we’re facing
Words are like the flowers that we’re placing
At this empty altar
That we found because we falter
With our sights upon a star that we forgot we weren’t chasing

Allocated so like each tomorrow
All the parts we gave and lost to those who swore to borrow
Knowing in our soul we set the bar low
Fearing, though, to set it
Any higher so we let it
Linger on and decorate it with the tears of needless sorrow

Relegated low as every failing
Drowning in the waters where we see so many sailing
Wondering why no one sees we’re flailing
Sinking like a feather
All alone, in crowds, together
Writing love in secret letters that we’re so afraid of mailing

Deprecated so like every winning
Sadness seen and disregarded for the faces grinning
Watching as our promises are thinning
Heaven seems a candle burning
In a world forever turning
Everything we touch to ash, and saying, “This is only the beginning…”