I Succumb

   I Succumb

I succumb to ends of days

To ends of nights 

Where the wind lays low

Where the bough bends, not breaks

I reject I’ll fitting garments

That sinch my waist and

Smother me with stiff, forgotten lamb’s wool  

 Where denim, devoid of elasticity, binds 

I witness the belief of disbelief

A fool’s handshake, his

Tight, sweaty grasp

Squeezing my cold, limp 

Hand of apathy

I suffer at the dire reach of poverty

The stricken, the voiceless 

The heartache of lowly demise

In a state where trees and stars serve as meager shelters

I crave the certainty 

Of tenderness that

Blows away the darkness

That harnesses a blistered soul

I rejoice in companionship

That fills the inherent void we mask

 Embracing weariness

 Bolstering the broken hearted

 I relish the satiety of existence

 Where wisdom imparts

 Where empathy prevails

 Where acceptance unites