Thursday, December 29, 2016

Castles Crumble

Hopeless reach, a diplomat
Curtains do what curtains do
Satisfy the doorless mat
Certain light cannot break through
Pardon days I spend alone
Please convict the words I keep
Some hold hands, I hold the phone
Seas too far to watch me weep
Shout from ocean’s floor, a waste
Sky a distant dream, at best
Caught is only if we’ve chased
Never stamp what I’ve addressed
Exits marked in foreign tongues
Streets we pave with what we knew
Catch our breath, but drop our lungs
Naught but dreams to ill construe

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