Trigger Warning
At this time of year
the loneliness returns
ten fold.
My heart is like an
abandoned car at
the river’s edge, rusted
out, and mangled by the
ravenous hands of time.
At this time of year
the loneliness returns,
like ravens to roadkill.
Ravens cawing and jostling
for the best pieces of carcass,
flesh pecked and cast unto the
ages of reverberating time.
At this time of year, feels like
my body lies drowning in waters
of regret and the nightmares venture
and the wolf’s howl, and days
months and years gallop past, expiring,
as I too shall; someday.