Penance For The Sins Of Engagement Poem by Nat Z. Punx

i know my walls
and i find them comfortable
most of the time
the angels stillness
quiet as snowfall
denying me their sparks
none of this is easy
for any of us
if you think you can detatch
you will find yourself the fool
i don't adapt to change well
as everything rolls on endlessly
i want to live in the static monument
any one moment
i would prefer the bridge
between verses of blind willie
airplane wisdom speaks now
i'm not buying any tickets
and have no desire for a ride
the only stable things are fossils
life replaced with minerals
im not cursing but pleading
how can they fault me
they know my weakness
the ice break snaps my brittle core
my angels become demons
only when they leave me in this exile