unfinished | sonnet three posted by imani , Friday, October 21, 2011 at 1:22 AM, in Labels: ars poetica

the height measures the depth
the shadow measures the havoc
faith is left with nothing to
distinguish save the relentless

fragments seeping through
cracks and frames that i thought
was my own, arresting the vivid,
vicious cycle of coming after you

then running away, like time
diffusing within your hands
enveloping only nightmares

perishing in the dark,
listless, languishing laughter
of skies tainted by the lack of delight.