be

blooming beams

beauty until we think

that eventually it too

will suffocate the space

and have no where to stretch

except onto itself

consuming the limbs

that once gave it reach

to you

in hopes of help

from this eventual devastation

spring begins again

without a bounce

*

when i have nothing

left to lose

i still have i

even if he is lost

even if he is not he

even when he knows

there is no when

when nothing is

right

*

caged birds cry

not to be let outside

but to choose their inside

which i suppose is why

you didn’t make a sound

*

i remain

because the drowning inside

was no worse than

the water rushing outside

to tear the world

away