a poem.

The purpose now, Fulfill the need; The desires, the reasons, the place to bleed; Gone. My duty complete. Let it go? The time still screams, The voices guiding the distant blow, Is that so? Is that so?

Now, Returned to the place, Among the shells of past, Hollowed out familiar friends, Floating around the grave-less rains. Bring the next one forth, In time, I'll wait from the deep. Hold the ghosts; The known – the given, The tossed aside and sunken need, I remain, unknown, Alone. This is home.