• amaranthine hopes
    lit by years of a fruitless toll
    quivering, shivering
    still nestling
    deep in the damp opaque eyelids
    of this lonesome, ruptured soul.
    naked prayers try to rise
    up, up arise!
    but the wings of my breath are clipped
    unable to reach Heavens from their crypt
    slowly being consumed without a reply
    by the scratching echoes of goodbye