What Could Have Been Lost

Where the windows break

from the energy swells

Where the pennies gather

in wishing wells

along the ledge where feet stopped cold

was the would be ending of a story told

along the reeds where the water meets

the shaking legs on top of bare feet

the heart that sank at how the water was calm

a feeling unknown under the coming of dawn

they stopped on the rocks and looked back home

a feeling felt left to the unknown

A hundred miles an hour, the breeze mixing with song

all of the blessings that turned out wrong

the push of acceleration

metal and dust

the sweet exhilaration

"Death or bust"

the odorless smell

the loss of sensation

the depths of Hell

and its abominations

anchored in fear that never subsides

pulling down like the persuasion of tides

so close to an end- that seeking of truth

empty pill bottles and sweet vermouth

ammunition loaded in the grip of a gun

wanting only to talk to someone

red on your wrists and clear in your eyes

hand on the knife then down on your thighs

pure release- glory divine

bandages, cigarettes, and boxes of wine

all of the ways one could decide to choose

all of the moments they chose to refuse

some stern angel, some devil rebelling

to change their thoughts from its current dwelling

And the feeling of sun touching the skin

when they woke up to see the morning again.