Sleep Unwanted

I am weary but I do not want the night to end; to slip headlong into that troubled sleep that tortures and haunts with memories I want not to keep is to embrace a tomorrow which I do not want for all the endings it will bring.


I have burned these years, set the pages alight, and all that's left are ashes of a love that was never wanted, given back; and pages black where moments once were held scatter to the wind and I wish that the frayed strands of my soul could go with them.


It weighs heavy, this being, who I am, but more so who I am not; this burden of life, of living and loving is taking its toll- shoulders sag, the head bows, knees buckle, the back breaks, beneath a world that could so easily forget, but... ...I stand.


It beckons: a moment that's only a breath away, the space between life and death where living really happens; a chance, a risk, a rush, and the hope forgetting what brought me here, the thrill of the storm charging the blood, until the fire burns out and the sweetness of pain replaces the bitterness of... Continue Reading →

Morning Rain

Morning is filtered through a lens of blue and grey, the light scattered and broken by a falling sky; and the space between waking and sleep, where dreams linger before they die, envelops me in its embrace, but it is not you-- it is not you.

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