The ending
hard
The ending
mean
Your future
soiled
But memory
clean
Your back bent
over
Your steps
misplaced
Your speech
a murmur
But one
last ace ...
A Robin
sits
Upon your
arm
And sings
of times
Forgotten
charm
And takes
your last
Begotten
breath
Upon its
wings
To fates
— regret
(Dreamsleep: December, 2024)
Times Divide
I stray
on purpose
my will
redeemed
When left
of center
to swim
upstream
Against
the grain
my future
hides
On roads
less traveled
past times
— divide
(The New Room: December, 2024)