Consequences
never mattered.
We never sought the end result;
just pain,
for the sake of pleasure.
Damn tomorrow,
we were impervious.
We were wrong,
of course; mais 196 palavras
Dad
I wrote recently about a friend who had three very important people in her life pass away within two years. The last was her father. While I kept up with the journey she endured of caring for him in his last year and the heartbreak she felt once he passed, I never fully grasped what she was going through. mais 869 palavras
Hot War
Morning.
Another savage iteration.
Days of the long drawn ice,
veins of cold that no longer flow,
and waves that no longer crash.
Rail against hardship. mais 117 palavras
Month 2
It’s the 12th again, and it’s amazing how one day out of the month can completely turn everything upside down. It’s like Topsy Turvy in the 2nd Mary Poppins only I’m not finding the fun in it. mais 903 palavras
Depression
Ah, the greatest disease of all, the darkest and shadiest of all, it eats you up, drain you, and bring you down to your knees, it is cancer of the mind, it uses you against yourself, it tortures your soul, and paralyzes your body, a grave disease indeed, once it takes hold of you, you become nothing more than a walking corpse, a breathing cadaver, for there is nothing left for you to control, but your reptilian faculties, and the torture begins. mais 745 palavras
Scream At Me Death
Scream At Me Death
Blood on my hands
A dead child
A stillborn
Claw on my brain
Tear on my heart
Everyone will forget one day… mais 155 palavras
A Suitable Period of Mourning
I do not have a closet
full of mourning clothes
I have never
inked the names of my dead
on my tender forearms
in solemn homage… mais 162 palavras
