pastor

if I fall I trust

the ground shall be met

entirely, with sympathy if slowly

as the choir echoes towards voids embrace

we reminience as if caught, luckily, before we slipped underground

assured the sea breeze carries news whichever shape

they may be, occupying space 

tiresome when you rush to be spent

with a friend, past tense, that you discarded

a while ago:

a letdown to die lonely,

pitiful the murderer that chains an innocent life to his own

so as not to be frozen alone for the road they walk

is not connected and now there is one more specter

not to be confused with an unloved ghost; 

in the fringes theres a forest wild fire

not quite the march towards the wall as the salut

opens fire on your naked chest

waking up somewhat feral

curve to form, a bad omen to reconnect

hurt to intent, time scars just as alcohol burns and ignites

a opportunity is shared potential, both can waste and Be wasted 

igniting a lost fight condeemed to be let loose

destroyed then, disposed later

I may grow older, despite remaining sober

what was once broken has grown rustier still

in disuse or abuse, there was neglect and lamental misguided touch

who could fix Pinocchio now?

if not the whale, left to drown. 

it haunts me, assaulted in waves

betrayed by the bitterness of truth

infused by beating heart activating landmines

clicking cups out of repertoires

blurry faces

'not enough experience', what do you propose I do then?

in this spectable one has to learn and to hold to hopes

the experience won't sour the mood entirely

if what's left of my bruised knees is dignity

abandon the pieces: rebuild.

 

/understand I won't ask again

last time I got shoved

the skin tore I lament

the trust they took I care little about

discontent from dusk to a wave and a nod

in seeding discontent, lesser peace of mind/