Untitled (All 3 Parts)

Its breaking....
Under sea.
Underneath,
I lost all feeling,
Do fish not feel
the rod piercing?

Sometimes
I was too
Vulnerable
breakable
fragile
young
small
tiny,
me.

I'm getting tired
I'm too weary
to surface.

Resilience,
is not a word
but a death
sentence
of irony plates
I breathe in.

Hey,
do you wish
to see
the worse
in me,
the abyss
snaps
the frame,
Inner child...
its frozen eye...

I still feel,
morning train,
a rush through,
what couldn't
who wouldn't
save me.
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rocking the wooden horse,
as dark engulfs black hole,
its par for the course,
when shattered is considered whole.

Autumn leaves drying and fading,
beautiful in snow shy & melting,
Eyes darken and hair whiten,
wisdom wears on me sharpens...
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Dead and buried is the garden
I helped with my little spade,
echoes are days felt yesterday
blowing in the hallowed wind
are all the autumn leaves...