We run like wild beasts,
Chasing after that cold longing light.

Our eyes refuse to see the sense
that we lost, oh, so long ago.

Then when we fall,
we shatter like twigs.

All alone; that’s when
the shadows finally catch up.

Drowning in the darkness
we are strangled.

The sense kicks us
in the gut, and leaves.

We lie there,

A B A N D O N E D

With a broken heart.