Foe-

This gray

That inspires backwards traveling;

Spirals still...

Awakens

The demons that stir thick;

Through this cauldron

Of fear my song of sorrow wades-

Worried-

My soul unsaved

Skids, grinds

Is stained by

Pavement.

You're a soft retreat...

In my old minds eye-

If only you'd been

What I wish you were...

I'd curl up

In you

And go to sleep.