Swing thoughts

Sometimes
everything ends...

It all goes away.

And no one says,

"I am here."

No one says,
"It will be okay."

They just don't.

But in the light of a new dream
maybe a cloud will

f
a
l
l

d
o
w
n

And stretch out its arms to me

And then I will be less alone
than i feel now
here
in this hollow thicket
of razored briars
and sinful petals
and broken metals
that can't fix anything
anymore.

Perhaps

then

I can breathe

and won't need
sticks for walking
or bones for stopping

or cookies of loneliness
that crumble into
a puddle of sadness
if you touch them
the wrong way

but
yes

alas

my cookie
is sad
today.

^{poem and photo ©2018 @paintingangels}