hole in the heart

Sangfroid et al, 

The dawn was edging upon, 

Yet the daggers stuck to the palms, 

It had to fall with crimson, 

Had to end in finality, 

And nooses may wait, 

Yet the transgression was a ditch, 

Bottomless and grim, 

A final marker of doom, 

Just not a massacre, 

But a casual shade to dignity, 

To breathing and to happiness, 

So the foot creaked ahead, 

A lunge came, 

Sidestepped, 

A hole in the heart I dug, 

Vengeance spilled, 

And for my beat I gave a shrug.

fear

 fear shuts doors,

while fear only opens them,
fear eggs you upward,

if the fear isn't tying you down,

flap you wings,

futile but the sky is vast,

but the door is tiny,

and to find the key,

and fly in,

you can't be soaring all over.

misery

 misery comes with rain

a puddle few put there feet in

the route isn't chosen

but it keeps coming

and all doors seem glued

perseverance advice seems void

lacking empathy 

but it is the only rope

misery will pitter patter

sometimes blood will flow

but the cliff needs to be climbed

hold tight and go

the train

 tread the windy path

for it seeks your stillness

saunter over the burning wood

it seeks your precision

and from the window of the train

seek the petrichor

find the dainty fields

grace in your eyes

yet again you are back in the snow

again feet wearing the blinds

steady steady uphill

and with a gush down

yet the feet are firm

the tea seller plods you up

mentally at home

home you made out of love

wearing the affection for the country

yet it's time for the other home

and smiles of the mother

who was kept away for the mother below

shiny

 ostrich hobnobs among his winged friends

seeks the dreamy clouds

some see the shiny things

not the cheap glitter it shrouds

recklessness on the drawn screens

bated breath for the road

mirror the world of fantasy

and the breath starts to erode