Message

After the builders broke through the wall

The old blue broken bottle

Lay forgotten at the door

Clear bright message from before

Indigo deep

The sort you just don't see any more

Not something to keep

But to treasure

Vanishing Point

 This is

the point

to which

return

No sound

around

but breath 

alone

Distractions

linger

all else

is gone

Curled Up

Broken bones

recovering

sleepily 

uninspired.

Silent, lost

and stubbornly

so deeply, 

deadly tired.