They were late –
By a lifetime and half
Non flowering blooms;
Lost dreams

My tears are over –
On dead pages and thoughtless hopes
Can I not pretend (?)
Just lay here instead – tired

Screamed and screamed and screamed;
If I skim past them now –
Probably, closure would find me
Insomnia and heroin jolts

(Scars and bones,
Laying a dead foundation –
Of another love, with a wilted rose)

I now lay bare –
Ready to be exploited
Used like the damned
Least’ that’s something (?)

This once I write
Under this milky sky
A poem – “Nothing”
With blood,
Stuck it on the counter besides the porch

(Au revoir)