Locked so many eyes
Turned away that many signs
Exorcised most feelings
And simmered down the tides too high

Returning greetings from white knuckled fists
Buckled daily, but did not return
Faced straight to what the crooked say
To reach a resolution, one is patient
Must wait through, ’til crack of day

I’ve locked so many thoughts
Turned away so many binds
Broken all that you have bought along
And burned which I loved most tonight

Set alight the childhood jumpsuit
In a boiler room of empty pipes
To enjoy the warmth within the dark

Poisoned myself day by day
To consume these words again
Because when
These sticks and stones
Bring words along,
You won’t know.
But you’ll still be wrong.