You confessed that you have
found a face for every hill.
But you wait so long to find a fill
yet heed the elden fiend.

The hurts that you felt
have defined the empty fields.
You lacked the lust to taste
the only plum that stayed.

I’ve failed.
Aground I’ve called the shroud of summers,
the chain that loosens all the others.

The shade holds a binding unyielding.
A firm hand resisting leads no hope to breaking.
But I’ve owned this cage, all this epoch.

Turn from false endeavors,
not hope will break these chains.

Uprooting thoughts of ceaseless circumvention,
these waning efforts, to find a gap to flee.
You’ll never be free of burdens. You’ll never reach the brink.
Learn to walk restrained, and vanity will fade.

Stand upright and blameless,
Though splinters pierced, they’ve strayed.

Temblor and gale between four bars of doubt.
Unearthed and bound to bear the cost of breathing out.