This continuum of madness That plagues throughout Wringing hands and picked scabs Passed from seed to full bloom In the blink of an eye That
Category: Poetry & Prose
Bread and Circus
there’s a reckoning coming birthed by the hand of man that will shatter the brittle foundation on which we stand, foretold by false, celluloid prophets,
To Stray
Clandestine visions offered Of an eternity swept under The rug with fanciful assurance Too late, in the end To crawl out from under The weight
Sacrifice
Lay me down On a fleeting Expanse of stillness Caress the waves Over my lassitude As I embrace The reticence within Spreading forth From open
Some Things Never Die
Through these caverns An echo mourns The passing of a life Wrought with hope And the illusion Of significance A wordless meaning Left hanging on
Determined to Rise
The char on the inside Doesn’t go away Tattooed and scarred Although the bleeding Stopped, years ago The ache remains I scrape at it A
