Ruins

Crown of boulders
On your head
You’re dead inside

Your neck
A pillar hollowed dry
Where your feelings tried

To claw their way out
Force open your maw
That has petrified

Streams of tears
Long as interstates
Mark you

Like maps
Tattered in darkest
Gloveboxes

You loss is mine
You’ve lost your shine
And won’t again

All beauty is in ruins
And if you look
With naked eyes

The faint cracks detail
ancient struggle
A will forsaken

An ignored landscape
Suffocation
And ultimately

Resignation

These days
You wouldn’t mind
Some lava flows
A retweet
Or a birthday card

But it’s to hard with
All those boulders

On your crown

Taken

I'm being stripped of everything 
And I want nothing left to take
Nothing left to guard
 That's what is hard

To have something they want
And watch as they misuse it
 All the white-teethed family portraits

Are exposed through a wash
Of intentional obliviousness
 You can't be blindsided when you're blind-sighted

But I'm awake, and I see
What it seizes
 And I cease to freeze and become the numb end of a heist

I'm not gonna fight.
I'm gonna throw the match