The sad poet

  
 
Tumble 
Silent and fragile 
As summer wind 

Frail 
Pale 
Like Winter snow 

Unhealed 
Skirmish 
sore that sorrow wanders
Beneath the soft bandage 

Sizzling 
Blistering 
Needle running through the flame 
A stranger,
an undone deed

desperate creak of stairs
that cried under the floors 
complex sound
that no one
would ever mention
again.
 
Forever sadness