Enough

Tearing at strands

Disposable tendrils

Digits pressured digging

Dipped deeply in marrow

This wick will never light again

Standing in the window

Drained of a fire unrefined

Lantern to a memory

Resourceful spirits speak

In riddles that I cannot force

In silences that catch

Like fevers or like sparks

These lungs aching with hollows

Windswept liminal mouths

I can hear them howl

As they cut between the teeth

Rooted to the Earth

Speaking rot and falling pieces

Seeking backwards marches

To the marshes of the dead

Martial what is left

Gathering remnants and dust

Make a detailed list

Of inadequacies unending

No longer a stranger

A comfort lives here

An intricate loneliness

Painted in such painful lines

No longer straining my voice

I begin just eating time

Slumber in the void

An emptiness familial

Bent by heat or cold

Every season lost

Child of open forfeit

Nothing left in this soul to hate

I guess I've found my hill

Weathered like a stone at sea

Keeping my nose clean

And my head out of the clouds

Less than a departure

Admission of defeat

You alone would have been enough

To rescue me

Recused of all that talk

Simplicity of love

Of thinking that I might

But how could I have ever been?