From past empty mansions
where worth was carved onto posts
in rooms that make the darkness tremble,
Is where he shot broken arrows
hopelessly at bags of demons
containing the deep fear of letting go.
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In the bag he packed to go,
With his name carved in the past
And the rain in the rear view
He could no more leave behind
His shadow
Even in the darkest room.
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Cream
The cream shirt
didn’t hide
his sleeves of scars.
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Collides
Torn to pieces by roses
of moments that refuse to die,
he collides
into the cracked logic of madness.
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Insanity
He stands between two shadows
whose voices don’t use words,
but throw grief like glitter
in the attic of insanity.
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Blankets
Swimming in a sea of blankets
can entangle your feet
and drown your day.
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Coast
Driving along the invisible coast of loneliness
he knew his bruises hid more easily at night.
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Itinerant
His itinerant footprints in the sand
were swept away long before
he could even turn his head to look at them.
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Chaos
These hands
that build tomorrows bridge
from clutter and chaos,
is a dangerous brokeness to cross.
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Tasted
He held his art to feel less alone,
yet his tears still tasted the same.
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Unfinished Souls 