#smallpoems Tormented by desire I sought refuge in verse to converse with possible futures. A curse sutures failing call time's hearse Days of turmoil

#smallpoems
Tormented by desire
I sought refuge in verse
to converse
with
possible futures.

A curse
sutures failing
call time's hearse

Days of turmoil
boil into
sleepless nights
pen fights
reality

A machete
of possibility
pressing on pasts
as I lift pen from
paper
peace
escapes her

uncaptured
heart
eases the misery
in made up history

then I sit. To type the poem.
Gone,
office tossed,
lost,
Except the peace
of poetry,