Frustrating Ourselves

Punching the dark

wandering the floor

 

Counting the tiles

waiting the wait

 

Failing to see

the forest for the fire

 

Forever pounds itself

foolishly across the bow

 

A boat lost at sea

in a time before the sky

 

When we all still had

a fighting chance

 

Before the tide turned

its ugly back on our hope

 

In a time when we all

washed our hands of each other