Wherewithal

How funny it is

That we become so

Artistic

When we feel our hearts are broken.

That desperate melancholy

That courses through our

Fibers

As we look for other lights

To show us the way.

The candid fallacy of our desires

Culminating

In attempts to

Churn

Our emotions to dust.

As we shall return

As we shall be

Embody emptiness

Know sorrow