Falling Skies

 

This loneliness is
the prerequisite
of a hearts aching hunger,
that which twists
the mind and fragments
the soul into casams
of rubble where no
foundations can be laid,
riverbeds sit like deserts
across barren lands with falling skies,
dry winds stain iris's of rose;

Moments of lucid dreams plague a
well worn path and


"am I strong enough"
becomes my mantra.