Doing battle with,
the building blocks of
human nature.
Condemnation,
and feelings of pity
and failure.
And all the lies!
That,
coagulate and
breed,
spinning out pieces,
of dirty thread,
that bind into place
the spirit
and the questions it
asks.
That cast into a
battle,
with itself,
the prodigal one
trying to climb,
despite the greasy web.
But ultimately falls,
back into place.
A place of longing.
Of need without
necessity.
Of desire without love.
What is this place?
Where time stands
still,
yet races on.
Where you are always
just,
one step away,
from having it all.
Chasing down ghosts,
of a seasonable colour.
While bound,
to a sinking ship of
envy.
