Envelope Poem by Phillip Erb

Had to push harder than
Sleepless body and soul
Fragmented, half missing,
Bankrupted heart to convince
myself I had to keep running
and watching every minute
listening to fractions of time
Today needn't worry,
but It left me nowhere to begin
Best to stay hidden
Love dangles precariously from the branch
of a hollow tree over a sentimental fall
three thousand feet short into indiscriminant rock
and rest.