A Particular Brand of Mercy

a mangled mind

wraps around midnight

scream

but memories lurk

in sound and silence

comfort turns its back

and breeze begins to roar

sweep mocking dreams

off the doorstep

into the purging wind

greet the let down

of dawn

with resignation

walk into the tide

keep going

until Utopia

engulfs

the last breath

wanting is no more

July, 2009