dark ends

oftentimes it feels 

as though I've failed

a multitude of ships 

horizons, gone, sailed

as here, in my struggle 

the twisting and bends

flounders in mazes built

of burning bridge ends

peripherally, all is see

are brash celebrations

success and perfection

'neath joy exclamations

i study scuffed shoes

reflected years refuse

undermine all of it

rust tint glasses muse

it's finite, I know that

yet all seems forever

how easy would it be

to float free 

                          untether