Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase

No one's Caution

I lay abandoned under twilight,

curled unto oneself & stickily blind,

left just outside a restless street light;

breaking mine promises against clouded heights,

yet –

towards bleakly shadows, lone assist in keeping heart upright,

easily bendable with desiring to chest ignite,

willing eyes shed affright,

suddenly –

walls collapse,

finished taking punches from credible acts...

took in own hands mine heart scraps,

How else would they think for me to react?

giving every inch of fight –

Let 'em hear the roar,

won't be just anyone's cautionary lore.