Amongst the midst of violence and kiss,
Between caress and clenched fist,
A lost dream soul, heart embered coal,
Skin as thick as the next.
Wince and cringe after each binge,
Focus, as feathers fall from wing,
Complex sphere, edges adhere
To anxiety, paranoia, and shiny things.
Collapsing as flesh, takes deep final breath,
Tries to explain in a mere sentence,
But, basics are lost in riddles and fore thought,
In meetings, supposed to be emails.
Spawns with eyes much like mine,
Coil and suffocate in innocence sublime,
Naive souls, individual yet trefoil,
Make the empty struggle worthwhile.
Deal and dance with demons,
As you do, on the daily,
Play the game, but take no shame,
In pouring a glass at eleven A.M.