behind the prison tower

     

we are on a mission
from your god

you tremble under me
like a blank spot
an almost-remembered life

reincarnated

lost on a time line
between here and there

you are a shadow
in a broken dream

and im tired of your nightmares

night despairs
(you’re night time)
      let the sun rise

you have been hiding around the corners
of my mind

and you won’t be swayed by my words

                               but they are all i have

my handwriting falters
observing the world through (stained)glass
of your choosing

i am careful with you

my poet
my reader

you are
doubting that i will fight you
      but my nails are already chipped

and i have nothing left to lose