Wishing for a warmer day

I tell the muse I give everything to loose

gathered as dust 

lay the shadows 

resting listless on the ground

less living in the morning dawn

as streetlights retreat

for their work is done

and I walk 

these streets 

alone

I promise 

I was a good man

as I shelter from the dew

pull my worn leather coat in tight

n glance at the demons

lingering off to my right

you cannot see them 

but I can

steady is the pace in footfall

as is the clink of my heels

watching the steam 

rise 

from my nose

chilling the nose ring

on each inhale

warmed on the ex

a mind that races on a thought of a thousand sins

shuddering at the blessing

of a dawn yet to be

as subtle hues of yesterday recede

and cower in the corners of a mind

as others see me

but pay no heed

only their fear of dying

crosses a wind

and settles on a true love

criss cross

I drift in the lemon scent

seethe

as the demon makes me uncomfortable

search for the tomorrow 

search for the heart

I left long ago

gathered in my own

thought

gathered in my own

haunted dreams

I see naught of the chance

I need to survive

all that is 

all that was

is needed to be 

forgiven

and I walk

alone

exposing ashes

in my wake

from the wreckage

of nothing worth fighting for

and walk 

as I do

forever on a journey

and wishing for a warmer day