bless the dust that hides

By Loneliness is condescending •
Music strings and hearts
Circling my slumber
Tightens and strumming, weaving, beating, living
Laugher gifts and songs
The heartstrings of my life
Losing, fading, dusty and unkempt
Rough hands, taking, wanting, pulling and UN a justing
To quickly
Snapping, breaking, a sickening sound
Empty sound a cunning fleeing sound, nothing
Waiting its over now and I am lost
Words nothing empty
Pointless this is foolish
It was all forsaken from the start but even with the blood
Of our wounded souls
From self inflected pleasure
We counted on from the start
In losing our self we trusted we were stronger
Then the ones who designed the game and gave us breath