Weak Signals

Saddened lust leads

to marathons, the fleetest of pleasures

sighed back depressed.

 

My egos send out weak signals

too low, I always searched sighs

alone with lonely eyes.

 

Envisioned falsities I pine

push gray steel

needles pinned in green essence.

 

Untouched solid suffocates

breathing carbon, air lies

like branching wooden words.

 

Step slowly into slips

of obscurity, some sorely grip sadness

that isolates.

Reviews

[J.P. Bristow]

really well written..........and resonates with loneliness..