In Sharp edged longing
I find no belonging

No home in freedom

No place in my heart.

I was better at the start

Life cannot be defined 

by a shopping carts

or bank accounts

It’s the moments we shared

and share.

I haven’t disarmed my karma

If life is a bird I never meant to harm her

But my be spoken promises

Have turned to nothing but death

I try to hold onto my breath,

my life ill conceived 

Gets lost like between the pen and the mind

and I am left blind behind the absent truth

I am cut aloof.