Nothing's owed me (working title)

Alone
I stand
with my brutality
well in hand
of all things
I will claim
"I knew her
when she had no name"
Now alone again
I wait
for her gentile burn
to abate
she flashes by
or passes through
I've done all
that I can do
She'll not abandon
me at all
I climbed so high
and far I fall
as cadenetal
as that may be
I know she doesent
wait for me
The shadows break
and now reveal
this hollowness
that once real
left initself
is purely fake
in full aware
of risks I take

2 comments:

Robin said...

Beautiful. How did I miss this? I suppose my brain has been in a different place.

Wheeler said...

I might cannibalize this for another poem I'm working on