fearless I am, yet fear encumbers every ticking second of time.
dead I am, but love of verse permits limitless rhyme.
in pain I am, though the days will expire,
like the forest or the woods, the abandoned town in a grapevine fire;
but in love I once was, but death was my calling,
and alive I once was, but the violet skies came falling:
came falling, the sky, in droplets, forming, in copious size
came falling, the sky, like a broken sunset before I realized;
broken like glass which shattered and cut like scrapes of the past
because in love I once was, with shreds of the things,
that just won’t last.
Poet's Corner 