bitter end

I search for a new song

to accompany my tears:

Silent markings still

feel real

and

Hesitation scars still

play out their soft cries

each time I try

to own the cracks-

shelve them,

in neat boxes

with lids that hold,

though never forever.

My dance is one

of enchanted powerlessness-

I wince with each step

and still

marvel at the

rituals of self pity I hold dear

they have stuck

like multicoloured

sugar sprinkles on cake.

Bass strings,

taunt and tight

say it best.

Echo after echo

The same song:

It seems time heals

less and less

with it’s pass.

whilst, the sun still shines

with all its torturous  glory