But all I can do

is write about it;

the empty things

I’ve seen.

The blank stare

behind my smiling teeth.

They're broken

and crooked, you see.

Still I'm left choking

on the air you

refuse to let me breathe.

Cold and alone,

in this mental reality..

A roll of gypsy dice.

My lips have been

locked in a vice.

The simple words

I want to say;

conform to the neurons,

I lose everyday.

Solitude with a side of attitude.

I try share the thoughts,

you distanced as rude.

But I'll be walking

through the clouds,

should your butterflies

need some wind.

I'll be fixing broken dreams,

should your love need to mend.

With mine and me...

oh indeed, it's we in-between.

In a roll of harrowing life,

my wings become stronger

from being left behind in this land of

constant fight…

-HMG