21

1810 sits beside me
streamers, seamers and all
space behind me soon reminds me
the reasons why I call.

21 inches is all that's left
of a time that I call home.
A second set with less regrets
I'll take and not complain,
for prayer tastes bitter in this mouth
that holds dear so much profane.

Rain is in the distance
Fire's in my eyes
Reflected in the instant
the Earth decides to rise and take the light
in life I've always found so dear.
I swear I will keep searching
for what I can't find here.