It draws my breath and sends life coursing through my veins
It’s a sparrow’s song at night
The drip, drip, dripping, from the eve
The smile it passes as I throw words at it that fall short
The trying in spite of the barb fingered sorrow
The drip, drip, dripping from my eyes
Grasping for ghosts, dusty memories of days all but forgotten
Pining in wait for that bright, shiny perpetual tomorrow
As time tightens the noose it gently slipped around my throat
How is it that in these moments I forget that I’m alive….
I feel the anger strike deep and pummels once fortified moral ground
The bones of which surround me, a memorial to lost battles
I draw my own breath, void, alone …the way I like it
The way I came …the way I’ll go
-Adam J Steele
