Your words are (I am)
sinking
into the space
that’s emptied
when my sense of place
becomes displaced
and all (I am)
is left betrayed
for pretense - a charade
Never more (I am)
afraid that
when the will is lost
- the wires crossed -
the spark will be (I am)
enough to cede
that need is greater
than resolve
dissent dissolved;
(I am) absolved
by every truth
you’ve left interred
within your words