A Vertical Stanza Poem by O.S. Brooks

You questioned me on the authentisity of my love through this placid storm
I recall the times when you would crack your spine and walk up walls for me
You reply the times have changed as weather near the ocean
And hands are folded best when they are warmed
Could I in my own blank ignorance have mis judged you
Scorned you with my anger once again
I kill the ocean chill with gulps of justice
In hope that heavy salt will wash my sin
I wait for death to come but she is busy
Killing other dreams along the sea
You say that I am blind as bats in Dormont
The way I tend to life as night breaks in
And love is just a simple admiration
Qued to spread a virus within me