FALL

 

Each and every morning, 

As the black sun rises,

 

I too shall fall;

Those soft hollow embers

Burn onto skin,

 

Leaving only the swift, 

Dark movement 

By which they came into being

Towered up

Then shaken down, 

A fragile breathe,

In basic rounds

 

To circumvent the here and now,

We fly away to vacant crowds

Known we move

For past in struggle

Torn apart by a few weak muscles

Pillaged on by the chance we huddled

n’ famished still by that two toned cuddle

Patience waits,

Squabbles rebuttal

Crying softly,

Tearing subtle