My shadow shivers and shakes
as I suffer the foolishness
of those I befriend.

What happened to the days of sane?
washed away by shores of shade?

Little lingers her fingers
while bigger bulldozes his blazes.

I dare you to look me in the eyes.
Cold stares blank.
My crippled heart won’t bend.

I’d break in half to moon with your stars;
a dream that will always be
the oxygen I need to breathe.