I am merely a peg--
a little leg
lumbering lonesome
upon an abandoned line
my purpose served
with no preserved usage,
deserving to dangle
without a dream...
and fine judgements
find assumptions cast quietly
amongst many webs
of woe
that tangle truths
between bitter breezes.
I wheeze in freezing conditions,
sneeze splinters
through teeth that never chatter
and shatter simple wishes
that tear truths from birds.
Words whisper winter
along whithered veins,
while rainstorms and hail
weep gently...unheard
and I'm left to my thoughts--
addressing old nylon needs
as soul bleeds for affection
that ancient arms lost.
Heart sings of a spring
it knew only once
and the view from the west
before east closed its eyes
of flowers
and trees
and companionship's worth
and bees that wear warmth
in beginnings
and buds.
And here now I wilt
while flooded with fear,
as tears trip uncaught
in tinctures of snow--
this white world surrounds
to coat me morose...
and neglect soon forgets
this little peg
left alone.
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