See beneath your beautiful

That fissure

becomes a chasm

left untended by fate;

untethered by time.

Leading into dark places

that long for light,

but, it’s much too tight.

Nettled images

irritate my mind

Confessions never kind.

It breaks your soul,

but provides bricks,

for the rebuilding.

Build a better wall,

but leave a gate

so you can let me in,

when I finally find you.