There are days When this world proves Too much for me I was stopped At a crosswalk To let a woman and her children cross
Category: Poetry & Prose
Then and Now
Your memory clings like a noose I so delicately tied myself In the early hours when sleep eludes Desperation sets in, like an old friend
One Slip, For The Punished – A Collaboration
It’s through shallow eyes And loose fingers Which you grip the world So much easier To slip Through my icy embrace Than to accept For
Eyes Meet
Our eyes meet Through a cool Dark air Within a pause Of forgotten Something And somewhere And sometime With someone Forever removed In the last
Forsaken Flames
A free verse echo Wrapped in tinder Awaiting the flame Of a lucid dream Walls padded Crippling overtones Now cascade To canyon walls As the
Mother, We Are Sorry
Born of our arrogant indignation We wake from the ashes A first breath, cold with remorse In the afterbirth, we search For one last drop
