The day breaks with me
when I cannot begin with you,
the night refuses to bring an ending
only reminds that I must break again.
Iniquitous time sweeps me forward
coated in melancholic residue
and I end before I can begin
as hope becomes transgression.
The permanence of Never haunts me
translucent reality is formed
with a tangibility for what cannot exist
a screaming sadness I can’t resist .
Copyright © Joesephine Remarnier