Nameless

You are moments gift wrapped In silence
pauses like tongues running along razors
you are bones cracked
backs whipped
strength subverted
stallions running in circles
until strength fades enough for saddles to be tied

You are the ghost of names unspoken
you are hollows where words should never have been
you are Bound to nooses
tied to the hands of every clock you see

You are hope
but
the desperate kind
that mortars over cracks left behind when faith rips itself free
you are the bottom brick of a forgotten pile

You are the one who forgot purpose
with nothing left but rough edges
and empty spaces
only to find himself in the hands of another
just waiting now
to see where he is placed
and find out how long he will last until he crumbles