Sometimes
everything ends...
It all goes away.
And no one says,
"I am here."
No one says,
"It will be okay."
They just don't.
But in the light of a new dream
maybe a cloud will
f
a
l
l
d
o
w
n
And stretch out its arms to me
And then I will be less alone
than i feel now
here
in this hollow thicket
of razored briars
and sinful petals
and broken metals
that can't fix anything
anymore.
Perhaps
then
I can breathe
and won't need
sticks for walking
or bones for stopping
or cookies of loneliness
that crumble into
a puddle of sadness
if you touch them
the wrong way
but
yes
alas
my cookie
is sad
today.
poem and photo ©2018 @paintingangels