(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?
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles
Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the
