In search for the future

Luke 23:31 

³¹ For if such things are done when the wood is green,

what will happen when it is dry?”

Broccoli and sandstone is now our dessert

grinding our teeth ... we swallow till it’s gone.

Seldom all alone ... we continue our search

for what’s already known ... dry to the bone.

Sullen going forward ... admiring our daze

in search for a future ... in what we left behind.

Always going toward ... our past in a haze

trying there to nurture ... wounds of every kind.

Self-inflicted uncertainty ... dressed up as hope

neatly groomed for its own funeral.

Showing the frailty ... in its overdose

of self-chosen gloom ... in a homemade carnival.