Bodies like bricks
Leaden and low
Whose stony salutes
Cast cold shadows.
Concrete castle silhouettes
Knock on cracked cognition
Each ring leaving
Bloody knuckles
-A momentary spark-
Too quickly extinguished.
Sandmxn baked to
Clay
Under the cosh
Of chaos
Lacerations luminating
Vapid, flailing veins
-A momentary spark –
Too quickly extinguished.
We who
Live
From spark to spark,
We who
Crumble
Like concrete castles
In the coarse corridors
Of time,
We who
Stay too high and too
hidden,
We who
Cut and crazed and
Reeling,
Crawl from bed to bathroom and
Back again,
We who know
Only echoes and
Speak in sighed
Silences,
We endure, until we don’t.
We spill
as little as we can
Paper Street Diaries 
This poem is really well written! Especially the final stanza – I think we are all in a constant state of trying to keep ourselves whole and happy. Though of course this is sadly not always possible.
Thanks for sharing this! 🙂
This is written wonderfully.