I pray you catch me when

my stars fall below my horizon

and when my sun sinks under the sand grains

Will you help me sift through

the marigold remaining

Will you remain here with me?

Stuck here with my shredded thoughts, scattered. 

These thoughts pile higher than terrible towers

These thoughts climb my psyche and pierce 

my evergreen memories, an internal winter

Will you sit with me in the cold?

When my night freezes and my sky comes crashing down

Can you hold me amidst my chaos?

-Arimoku