The Dark Threads
The dark threads
Of a different track
Lead to questions
We can’t answer.
Fingers find the wrong touch
And wake with guilt made bare
In the tangled sheets of old sin.
Grey days are shadowless.
The sun stays away from our ignorance
And failure, and time stalls in a furnace of passion.
The dark threads of lost hours
Tangle us in unknown webs
To plough memory into infertile sand
Until we don’t know who we are.