Towards the end we saw only blue

We tore
Past the winds that flapped uselessly by.
We tore
Through the whistling air
That skinned us deep.
We tore
Like madmen fleeing
From faceless ghosts in their minds.
We tore
Because the world
Could no longer
Fit
Us
In.

Will we ever reach
The deep blue end?



Haiku

We sang the chorus -
Notes rose, fell, rose like lost boats
Riding the grim sea.