Sinewy Threads

I find myself alone again.

There in my thoughts, it’s a familiar friend.

Where I isolate towards that forlorn state,

Aloof my soul, how I ruminate!

In spite of those eyes that look me deep,

And sweet words that she softly speaks.

My heart turns to this other place,

Where thoughts meet keys in this cyber space.

My heavy fingers their sinewy threads,

Unraveled write from a place of dread.

And as sadness looms, it also treads.

Ink is brightest when it bleeds red.

Yet cycles come and they also end,

From despair rises a feeling again.

Wendy, I forget the love we penned.

The facts don’t lie, there’s no pretend.

I escape the cave of my own deluge,

A soul unwound is a soul abused.

But here upon these stranded sands,

I sight hope as despair disbands.

My bleeding pen drops to catch a glimpse,

As dawns a new day I no longer wince.

Gleaming red hair and a voice its own song,

The cuirass loosened, my armor withdrawn.