Evening Alone

The ruined shackles of a

run ragged run empire,

existence unending….

nothing but greed.

 

a pitiful tear

washes its way into tomorrow.

while

the eye in the sky

watches and waits, changing

minds and

thwarting existence.

 

follow the hearts trail into uncharted

depths

where hammer beats out sickle

forging stars in the courtyards

of prisons.

 

at liberty’s delivery

inhale bloody sweetness and

the private delusions of yesteryear become

what

once

was promise.

 

all that remains are corpses

of innocence

a tragedy awaiting discovery.