Bare Hands, Bare Soul (2016)
Under the satin, misfortune lies with tragedy,
clumsy trains veer off the cold steel repentance;
Puppeteers masquerading lies valiantly,
an adolescence heaven’s bliss of resentment.
Tenants of flesh sentenced to monotony,
empty hands grasping at fading echoes;
identities wiped of crippling modesty,
manifesting as the window’s rattling bellows.
Intertwined burdens of reason and cognition,
speaking in riddles to contradict past ignorance;
a connection ridding veins of addiction,
a mere byproduct of our darkest belligerence.
Plummeting stars of dialogue dream of inspiration,
seeking sanctuary in the written word of a deity’s narration.