when nothing fits
and starts
to unwind

the grating sound
of hearts
dis-entwined

as craven cruelty
and sad fortuity
like bad ideas
bespectacled
by the blind

listen

no music here
no joyous noise
no grace
to wax
the straining ear

abraded sin
rakes raw the skin
as if a foil
clenched by the tortured grin
of fear

pray
my friend
do find
the muse
a mind to blow
and re-infuse

the melodious
the cold
methodological
odious

it may just mend
this madness
defend
this rarely uttered
sadness

and bring it all back
to square
the one

m(-_-)m