Bruised.

chadwick

I need help to cry, to hurt
the needing is mistrust
it reminds me to bleed.

I feel like dying.

Help me with the fire
bring it to my painful mouth
let me taste the golden flame
and silver spoon’s heat.

Point veins
in the right direction.

I need hard sidewalks
to dream upright with me
holding me up when I fall.

And the bridge
it echoes
it echoes
for me
when I’m
away.

My lethargic pocket
coddles my best friend.

Please leave me be
the iron beams are tired
the concrete
crumbles.

And I have nothing to be.