wordlessness …


shards of everyday life slice through,

cleaving flesh,

splintering bone,

battering the ramparts,

chiselling away incessantly,


endlessly,

shaving off pieces,


bit by bit,

tearing muscle,


frying synapses,

charring hope,


with

only the 

inevitability of endlessness,


the tide of desolation,

washed in,


soaking dreams of diesel,

fueling storms that rage within,


deep inside yourself,

where there is only you,


where all the pain, and all the loss,

stabs, 

gnawing,


and the terrifying thing is:


that it is all very true …