water

the slow roll of time.
like tumbleweed upon wind.
the beige and the brown.

in a closed circle
life revolves around nothing.
infinite despair.

the cold sees through you
and shivers your very soul.
the pain is like heat.

lost upon black sea
sailor mistakes foam for hope.
salty are his tears.

quiet is midnight
asleep in the arms of dawn.
dreaming of day’s joy.

night drools sloppily
from a day’s long, wet bender.
slurring darkest thoughts.