Departed trail & Bitter trials.

Eng.50 2021

Kiss to gold sand for the vacant spaces between the brow.

Parting from rejected rapid rushes of a reality given now,

much have taken but now I rest untainted, that is avow —

Wrong to say I was always faithful and have it deemed.

Days seem to be awaited in complex hazing dreams;

Flown to anxiety and depression that never gone away

Nights, evenings, and hours that come out and after days.

Visions to pleasant reviews of my words and peace that is none,

Therefore lesser blessings make me powerfully weak with a mind gone?  

All sensed through senses or is it all that comes to place in that which is seemed

Within parted occult personality that makes nightmares, than better wanted dreams.

Amid the towers of stacking concerns awaiting to let my back go in cracked roars

Surf-tormented by my hanging albatross that has me seeking all & any shore,

And blame to no others than to my own upside down head, feet, and hand

Golden wishes to twist what’s in my head with hope like running sand

Few of those carved grains come to keep me from being a creep

Through so many terrors, all that is dreamed is shadows deep,

While good should be seen as good I see causes to weep!

O God! What is there to have understanding to grasp 

tighter is my will and tighter is the holding clasp?

O God! Please come through to me & save

pitiless my attentions coming as a wave?

All sensed through senses or it seems

Dreamers dream nightmares than better things.