I have burned
for my sins for so long,
I don’t recognize
my face in the mirror.
I have melted
into the darkness of my burned soul,
in this primordial ooze
I swim to safety, but find none.
Tarnished like a
copper pot empty on a shelf,
my luster disappeared.
An abandoned building,
my walls decayed like clay bricks
crumbling roads of destiny.
Taste not of my blood
as it streams from my wounded heart,
but fill my lungs with
with the freshest air in quiet desperation.
Teach me of this love,
as it finally found me wandering
down the avenue laced
with broken dreams never realized.
Yet I search
for human hope’s guiding light,
as I wander aimlessly
on the stark avenue of neon light.
Timothy Michael DiVito c2022