Fragments

⤞battle lines

I am cold within,
and my heart
is tightly shuttered away
from hurt and sin,
love lost to
charcoal and pewter skies,
where no sense of belonging
will ever arise,
yet you will find me
in the silence of
the new dawn,
and as the sun trembles
on the horizon,
a blaze of amber,
turquoise, and the
faintest streaks of fawn,
I'll be waiting,
the battle lines
already drawn.