As sunlight dims and softly slips away
The pink horizon only glows.
The warmth? An illusion
As with all days,
Night falls
Hope calls
A complex maze
Without a solution
My sad heart faces what it knows:
The end of yet another lonely day
Metered Thoughts
Thursday, June 13, 2019
Friday, October 19, 2018
As the Panic Sets In
I fall
Into a pit.
In which I sit
And call.
But no one hears.
So I lie there in emptiness
Alone to wonder and to guess
With just my fears.
Which rule my mind
As sadly, I attempt to pray
That others may look here one day
What will they find?
Or, when?
Will I lay here
A week? A year?
Amen
Into a pit.
In which I sit
And call.
But no one hears.
So I lie there in emptiness
Alone to wonder and to guess
With just my fears.
Which rule my mind
As sadly, I attempt to pray
That others may look here one day
What will they find?
Or, when?
Will I lay here
A week? A year?
Amen
Thursday, October 4, 2018
Saturday, April 14, 2018
Something, anything
And then, there’s those nights,
When nothing happened at all,
But nothing still hurts
When nothing happened at all,
But nothing still hurts
Monday, March 26, 2018
Emptiness
The problem with Emptines
Is not searching the room,
And finding nothing else inside,
But when, upon reflection,
You notice, it's a tomb:
And that there's no place you can hide.
Is not searching the room,
And finding nothing else inside,
But when, upon reflection,
You notice, it's a tomb:
And that there's no place you can hide.
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