(2014)
Written almost a year after the poem before it.
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
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…
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
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
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,
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
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
Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness
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?
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
