Glass and Bone

My soul craves heat An unbearable fire That ceases to burn Yet cleanses complete It reaches fingers out Clutching at air Grasping for warmth To ease my burdens And shoulder the load My soul is bereft Hollow like an oak Yet tall and proud Singular in intensity A shadow in the dark That always consumes … Continue reading Glass and Bone

Over My Soul

It’s fitting, these murmurs They build to a crescendo A series of starts and stops This jockeying for position Fragmentary at best These squalid arguments In a room built for sound Acoustically speaking Not the anger of years Threaded into its fabric That’s only in my mind Twisted facade tempered thin These theoretical whimpers Always … Continue reading Over My Soul