Upon Loosing Rolf

In this hallowed chest
Where sand and ash
coerce my heart
causing arteries to clash
With jagged teeth
To tear away
The delicate fabric
I have begged to stay
I roam about
With unraveled seams
Looking for you
To sew me anew
And make a man
Out of me

Where the wind is a wisp
of salt and grit
that smells of sulfur
From too many regrets
This soul looks out
But where to beget?
With no windows
To let the daylight clear
What my emotion clouds
and inner-darkness rears.

In my bed
of sights unseen
There lies the lesson
That grief does sing;
A siren’s song
That calls out to me
And I follow suit
With clairvoyant brevity.