Backs Bend And Clavicles Collapse Poem by John Sensele

Backs bend, packs of imponderables pend
Stamina stumbles, fatigue fumbles
Dribbles dare, solecisms send
Sleazy signals and in your sky thunder rumbles.

Backs bleed, fears phantoms feed
Cynicism separates certainty from the mind
That in normal circumstances dares to heed
The little voice that urges you to remain kind.

Backs bask in blooms of despair
Darkness penetrates your shelter
Optimism begs for treatment fair
In an environment grown helter skelter.

Backs buckle, cracks creep
Despair mounts, disrepair discounts
Bleakness brandishes a whip
When tears and fears gain in alarming amounts.