(2014)
Written almost a year after the poem before it.
So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
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,
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
