(2014)
Written almost a year after the poem before it.
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
