worn leaves through cold billowing wind

worn leaves through cold billowing wind
in the act of sleet and snow
sun stream rays of vertigo, plummet harsh the steel of cars unlike bark to tree or fruit to vine in blinding shine
the mind pine turn to wine and old lang zine no currency nor immediacy bring her back to me how shall i weep today with shallow breath
that throw the time away
the black the blue
the gray conceit
to cross on red to feel defeat and never again our eyes meet
despair an only friend/to feel without
repair
and when life isn’t fair
your friends around you rally
love to the ones who’ve lost the war
those wounded in reality.