When the tears you cry are dry
And you’re surrounded by wolves
No one hears you
An emptiness prevails
And your hollow cavity expands
Stagnant air settles
Hope resides in heart’s mind
But the boy’s loneliness cripples
Beyond a want to repair
You grow into your role
As the unhealable wound
Each brick made of paper
Mortar made of spit
A crumbling structure
Melts like sunday rain on sugar
This liquid sweetness
Finds all the lowest points together
But each drop – eventually alone
The loose skin around the forgotten arm
Sags without reprieve
Inside broken desolate dreams
But you grow into your role
Of an existence you’ve always known
There’s not one place to mend
You are the unhealable wound
Can you avoid any more
The obvious the same
A troubled area left to rome
In a hopeful love lorn life
The responsibility to live
Holds waning interest
So now your relocation
Presses incessant will
To vacant means
Of perpetuities demise
Can a heart heal itself
The flesh and cells do not break
What keeps it warm?
In this cold quiet fade
Fingers reach to break
And what was once a safety grip
Disappears in front of your eyes
These wounds prideful and strong
Force their outcomes upon attempts
To figure a productive stride
But your role has grown around you
Like a fungal casing
Of unhealable flesh and love
To heal is a game with changed rules
Never learned or shared
A vast emptiness triumphs
Thank goodness for loneliness