patchwork child

#118

dancing, swirling
mind unfurling
not a soul found
with that lost hound
running, jumping
larynx lumping
ankle ball and chain
digging, causing pain
past flits and flitters
leaving shards and litters
some torn up card
that breath hit hard
blaming finger rounds
crimson vitality pounds
sunken wailing woes
shoved by some pose
wanting for it all
so long as none will call
spinning, yelling
foolish tears welling
watching, hating
endlessly waiting