Passing through
absent, asleep
Treading paths
ruts dug deep
Truth grows cold
passive, resigned
Stumbling blind
lost and weary
Simple pleasures
gone, forgotten
The fire wanes
smoke to ashes
Time splinters
past and future
A moment denied
fades, wasted
The spirit bleeds
wounded, broken
c.b. 2011
C.B. Wentworth 