Weather or not you love me,
Still or ever did;
Moving or dead,
Loving or disgruntled-
Allowing you to strip me of my love;
A bigger mistake than giving you trust.
Flashcards cannot teach these simplicities;
The farrowing of ego,
The marching foot of uncertainty or
Ground water expectations-
It is a brutal wick burning at both ends;
An Inevitable disaster as the process unearths.
Immoral run of the ivory hunt
Killing for cash;
Exterminating each other
Left to lay in rubble and ash
Something that was once so sweet.
A call from the wild;
Stepping slow across glacial snows-
A danger ensues
This disembodying love;
The struggle for space to speak.
What is left to riddle-
Caked up doubt
Dipped in codeine,
Dilaudid streams in hope for a cure,
Tales that were told in dreams and
We’ve forsaken as truths;
And have torn ourselves to tears.