the last strangled gasps
of a rather momentous
yet painful year fading
leaving new puckered scars
amongst scraggly white hairs
as a fool finally cracks
free of the chitinous weight
anchoring him in hell

it took too long to see
when love goes silent
it doesn’t need time and space
unfortunately for a fool
that love had been abandoned
without any notice to vacate
and he hung around outside
acting nonchalant without
comprehending he had been alone
sitting patiently in place
whispering sonnets to sparrows
unaware she had moved on

twice in one fucking year

let the calender burn
i will use the ashes
as war paint
as i quixotically
charge forth to document
a one man war on self
with the understanding
i was born to write
not to be loved in return