please, indulge me for a moment if you’ve a few to spare as I seize this opportunity at a live, captive audience of one for
Category: Poetry & Prose
Binding
There’s no contract that binds, stronger Than the arms which finally embrace The words we’ve let ourselves succumb to It comes, when we find the
I Understand Goodbye
I see now my failures Your hand, it slips away No longer seeking mine Through times of darkness Times of understanding The times we shared
Retrace the Steps
I’ve reached that point Monotony, routine, boredom Morning after morning, afternoon – repeat Evening, more of the same Days blur, didn’t I just do that
Plenty of Time – No Time part 2
I’ll put it away now, for later, maybe Crudely wrapped in blue smoke and Pounding fists, squinting eyes, ripped pages Thankful for the occasional flicker
Hide & Seek
I can’t remember How many days it’s been Lost in these hours Through deep exhale The crisp autumn air Burns cold With each inhale There’s
