I've had to post a few recent-ish but not new poems. It's harder than I thought to come up with something new every day, but hopefully I'll get better with practice.
UNTITLED
There is never enough time
between one breath and the next
to say it properly
and so we stutter
clumsy drumbeat dreams of love,
lies that never stood a chance,
or just shut our mouths and dance
to the rhythm of our own blood.
There is never enough space
between one step and the next
to get to you
and so we stare
through the microscope of tears
at the people we've become,
deaf and lame, blind and dumb,
grasping across the void.
There is never enough love
between one pulse and the next
to stem the flow
and how I long -- I've always longed
to reach into your chest
and clutch the beating shards
with all my weary might until
they forget to be broken.