Fragments of a life built from nothing Gathered in a pile at the doorstep Brick by brick the walls are put up around them Happy to sit at the center and stare at the pieces...
A Place Where None Worship
In the Dunes
Spine bent forward by a hand that says ‘walk upright’ Eyes locked on the ground, begging to see the horizon Rolling with the tide, way out there; If the walls of the pit weren’t so steep We could climb above this suffocation and breathe.
Caged and Still
I sit and stare at metal bars Silent and still, my heart aches
