wounded mind and eyes and limbs
condemned it seems to only hope
fret in rabid anger
upon this bed where angels came to play
never thought a night would come
that we couldn’t conquer day
they pierce me now, those memories
pierces now to live at all
when every tiny detail
each grass blade
every pavement crack
un-clots, attacks my sores
now as these torments fester
Hope, do not depart!
still I dangle from you
I long for grass and pavement
to simply be just that