always raining - Poetry

let it burn

i saw spiders crawling through the air

that rainy mildewed day

thromping through my sorrow in muddy flip flops

early august to gnarled november

when were we in the hands of god

it was vain to call you mine

a bottle of bodies - fighting to climb over yours

treason crackles and burns

with nothing to snuff the flame

my tales told by my scars and lacerations

& other places where they drew blood

how can these shaking hands be strong

hands that beg to hold yours

how will this heart endure

while mocking faces baffle & dissipate my soul

where were you? i screamed

as i threw my heart into the bowels of fire

let it die

there is no more struggle, no more desire

this is the sinner's last retreat

the destruction of abolished will

sick and full of yearning

& who will save the sinking of the soul

i tried to catch it, but it slipped beneath my fingers

threw my heart into the coals,

how long will it seem burning?

watch it smolder and die