A Lost Cause Poem by Alyx True Edge

With her eyes wandering along the kerbside of his face,
she forgot what she was looking for.
Her face is submerged in a surprised frown,
as her facial staccato resolves into innocent laughter.

With his bare feet ploughing through the eternal beach,
he lost his destiny under iridescent sand.
His veins pulsating in disordered rhythms of a lost cause,
as his smart watch flings open the gates for an endorphin storm.

With her coarse, ancient fingers, following the white thread,
she forgot the narrative she felt she was knitting.
Her mind adhering to moments of alienated daughters gone,
as scissors severe the yarn and fingers lose their grip.

With his staring into space, currents collect memories so cruel,
in dormant alertness he still sits in the armoured tank.
His currents fail to meet the grounds in their locked levitation,
as we err around lighter alleys, confabulated narratives unspool.

['A Lost Cause' by Alyx True Edge,2024]