A poetic life settles in clouded mists of lines alit rain fall hardened to heavy to beat its weight that made it fall into emotions, or the cracks from drops of pain, the kicks from rejections, the burns from the flaming lies, the breaks from the heart of love it hides, or the stand it takes protecting treasures held but for loss, like water drops in clouds, when thundered not a thoughtful storm clouds held reign over all to pound hardened only locks away and bound for beating fists found on chests of emptiness hollowed out of love absent any bleeding heart left silent pleading to beat time retreating left in sight of death seen to confess in offer for its life the less. The sound of anguish cries in when held it within not by dark nights mothered in moonlight but the greater dark to grow aged by oaken burnt cask its bourbon in vanilla cast in sweet shadows drunk in blind than the more to drag behind, sobering with time should start becoming then so heavy drinking till silence breaks all ties, hate so welcomes in a puzzling of pieces spelled to number not 1 well by the words then held their ground in shoveling by the sands of time, in that they may pitch stones in glass for screams to silent breaks in darkness of a night held underweight of thickening fog so settles to keep the sun at bay til dawn, awakes to sudden death it finds in the quiet eruption of a gunshot fired in a driveby breaking light across the horizon free to aim again then flee of its confinement as its blooms assigned of beams cross death it follows by the morning turning day as away the night retreats in sanctuary of shadows thrown away the dark hand held it by, to replace with a loss a void filled for life came racing in a new day finds to gamble by all of a lifetime nearly cost a chance to keep a hidden beauty buried deep in dark unknown to all but unheard in whispers, though deserving,

To speak

of death, in grip of silence intent to hold one from breath, a tortured drowning under waters captive hand held back by tide to crest, for crashing less to wave or say,
for any,

good
by
for
given

to rent in rid a future as at present of the past three enemies aligned by struggle are all against, each the other allies to fight the current is the way, in its wake for one to bear in soil, another...