misshapen mistake

laryngitis cloaked
tears
choking
on habitual songs
of regret

this eraser
smudging
serious errors
leave my boy
with no room to write

failing grade
falling life
reflect bygones
born too low
silently limiting
empirical heights

this road
barren
fragrance free
leading to destinations
without embrace

foolish belief:
the end is sane.

this blood
of my survival
take
and return me
possibility