There’s this sentence
That sits beyond a blockaded entrance
It goes on never ended
And yet it’s already gone
Solid but blended
Pallid and soft
Acrid and stone
With its feathers aloft
Drifting away
But always at home
You can never stray
Whether you roam or stay
From it’s changing gray to earth tone
It plays about on the floor
Where you lay
And pray alone
By the door

Sounds of dismay
Abound outside
Shouting beneath the ground
Lively in the deafening decay
As nightfall falls to day

Where the light has shone
Before
And shown by now
How you might have grown
And yet there is judgement
Your smudged finger print has to own
The one and only someone you can’t atone for
Or recant
Or phone cord twist toward

The eve is silent

Violently breathe until you pant
See your mindful soul unwind
Find something else
Search for what’ll make you whole
And forget that you can’t
Even control
A single fleeting flame
As it turns to the cold
Just like the warmth your body has a hold of