Friday, July 1


it knew not its end;
it knew not its place.
and grew coiling upward
fits and flares unwarranted.
remorse in remission,
closure in evasion
comfort in coiling and contorted decease.
that comfort which i sought, purposefully
thinking of drowning in its forgetfulness,
twisted, turned on me entwined and amplified
my fears.
my most profound nightmare
consolation never was constituted,
deliverance never delivered;
reprieve never recovered.
and needless to say,
sleep; it evades.