Post structural dark decay at the end of another post modern day
Sleep

To dream in the shadows
To fear the news
The media
To remain
Alone

Dear God
This poetry
This poverty
These remnants of
Hope
All fading
A reckoning
Of sorts
Merely
Waiting for
The return
Of something
Lost

Pockets
Full of miracles
Memories
Scattered across
A landscape
Of faith

These revelations
That come to me
At night
Without
Saviors

Post structural dark decay at the end of another post modern day
Sleep

In the embrace of
Unseen angels
That haunt our
Dead &
Abandoned

Souls