spirit

i wake astonished.
a child to all the wonders.
heroic stoic.

the large black eyes stare
from a body hardly there.
what’s known of unknowns.

the sad ticking clock
will you stop bullying me.
i am just helpless.

the saints stand in line.
the sinners walk a rough path.
sinning for sainthood.

the two broken souls
look at each other through cracks.
tender is the life.

the road is empty
though littered with shards and thorns.
my uphill both ways.