Ash-ache

I ache to know why 

This never seems to work.

I'm meant to learn a lesson but

I keep the shards, I learn to 

Bleed more efficiently.

How can I shatter glass 

Without cutting myself on it-?

I could bleed from 

The softest touch of it.

The fencing must come down

It's still too tall and all

I have are my bare hands. 

Am I meant to do this 

With the skin of my soul-?

Just the bones inside 

The strength of tired flesh.

It turns over in my chest 

Belly up for the sun 

But goddamn it's still midnight.

Time never passes

Until it's dawn again.

Dawn again 

Dawn again, and again.

Does this have an end-?

Where are you-?

The fencing must come down.

Hands dark or not, heart 

Open or not.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing and wonderful words shared dear Anna.
"The fencing must come down.
Hands dark or not, heart
Open or not."
The above lines. A opening for a epic tale. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote