Senseless
              & Divided

- a poem in three parts

               In a world of odds that are rarely even
                                     I’m attempting to even the odds
               Piecing together reflection
                                     Balancing the broken
               What was, was
                                     And now
               We are memory
                                     Sick with suffocation
               Your feigned desperation
                                     Where was I in your temperamental                                                                          misfortune
               Your subsequent suffering
                                     Posted to walls
               Smiles and focus
Just another blue dress pressed against a sunset
               The division of self
                                     The discovery of sin