A Poet's in the Corner: Signs of Fall-ing

I can’t keep living in love’s dark forlorn shadow

Cast over by evergreen trees

And leaves tipped by the colors of autumn

I keep building this glass house with silica sand

That keeps blowing away

With the signs of your resentment

I can’t keep chasing these broken dreams with band-aids

I can’t keep these scars from bleeding without stitches

I cannot stop laughing at my stupidity

Searching in your eyes for my own validity

Pleading temporary insanity

Profanity, used heavily

I’m wealthy

Wealthy with love, and laughter, and light

A light that I will shine for the world to see

Casting out those dark, forlorn, bleak, but mystical shadows

Creeping upon the enemy

Freeing us from this cell we call the Earth

In this prison of Love

It must be abandoned

It must be castigated

Never placated

Romantically involved with the sun

The moon

The stars

Our hearts never reaching

Merely skimming the surface

Enhanced purpose

They’re just jerks to us

Oh, that’s you my friend

It’s you again?

Remove your fetal tendencies from the corners of my mind

Decline the wino’s crutch

You cry too much

Despair too much

Care too much

Grow your hair too much

Leave the leaves sun-tipped in empathy

You’re like kin to me

A sweet sin to me

My most-feared enemy

But again I see

This is the end to me.