the sparrows sing of
a distortion in the
swollen sorrows
an exaggerated
syncopation where
dreamshit severance
meets hollow acceptance
reciprocated in a
tempest of selfdisdain

my lips form the words
caught in my throat
pantomiming my way
through an affluence
of homegrown agonies
tracing nurtured neglects
in an ever tightening
spiral of frozen regret