You offered it, the hope I held on to, this sense of security and meaning, without my asking, without my wanting-- I reached for it, for what it meant, because you offered, because it mattered; but what I grasped was emptiness, lonely and cold-- abandoned after so many promises, so many offers; silence and waiting... Continue Reading →
I know what it is to be one of the restless dead, for that is the condition of my soul and my barely beating heart.
This quiet is painful, restless, and it undoes momentum, creating an anxious stasis that leaves me unsettled but paralyzed, frozen by fear of the need to scream, to tell the world what's inside and to let out what was never meant to be except between you and I.
suffocate and embrace the hereafter; release and escape a world without laughter in silence it ends, the world I created, and I have become the thing I have hated and now, only now, is mine for the taking and I'm asking for freedom from a soul that is breaking
The void internal: an empty expanse, only a reminder of what was and now is not; a loss of blood, a loss of soul, a loss of being, remains the cold; and there is nothing to stop stop the egress of a heart with nothing to hold it, and protect it from itself; if there... Continue Reading →
And soft is the light that fading warms usin twilight’s glow as gentle night enfolds;the storm now passed has offered solace thus,and in its wake are moments we still hold.In whispered verse we free the aching soul,allow the spirit on the breath to fly,and loose the heart from its now tragic roleto seek adventure in... Continue Reading →