Bare Hands, Bare Soul (2016)

Under the satin, misfortune lies with tragedy,

clumsy trains veer off the cold steel repentance;

Puppeteers masquerading lies valiantly,

an adolescence heaven’s bliss of resentment.

Tenants of flesh sentenced to monotony,

empty hands grasping at fading echoes;

identities wiped of crippling modesty,

manifesting as the window’s rattling bellows.

Intertwined burdens of reason and cognition,

speaking in riddles to contradict past ignorance;

a connection ridding veins of addiction,

a mere byproduct of our darkest belligerence.

Plummeting stars of dialogue dream of inspiration,

seeking sanctuary in the written word of a deity’s narration.