I made a promise To an old friend That I’d be back This way someday But a restlessness Sleeps down Inside me Burning questions In
Tag: Free Verse
The Poet
Somewhere within These illicit words Is an addiction Strung out On hope Stained With screams Of regret Colored With mortal decay Left thirsty Stripped To
Too Late
It’s too late For the light to change These adornments Permanent Fixed to the existential Crisis of the moment We find it better To run
What We See
We see angels And we see demons They carry These things We can’t let go Dancing from Room to room Through doors Left open In
Just Different
I don’t recognize Any of this But it’s not so bad Just different There’s something Comforting About the end -Or so it seems
Your Dance
How long will you sit back Watching a slow dance Wishing It was you out there Always waiting For the next song ‘Cause maybe, just
