Breathe.
The
sun’s reach punches through the thick fog of neglect.
Blood
streaming through the quake of a dream;
crumbling
blows delivered with each beat.
Anxious
breath dampens my lips with burning heat,
a
stranger to the abrupt silence.
Covering
belief; thoughts create the truth.
Breathe.
Abate
the night’s torture;
chaining
your tension by all of its limbs.
My
Knight, the constant trickle from the right,
undimmed to the inspiration that
awaits.
LH.
