Hope is insidious in its waning,
lingering sweet like a sin,
an unspoken prayer
that betrays reason
in defiance of looming inevitability
while offering nothing more
than a lengthening of the hours
of a lonely vigil.
Tag Archives: short poem
Deal Gone Right
I sold
your picture
today.
It only cost
the Devil
my soul.
abstraction
love has no leave
we fly down in velvet dreams
and thirst with the sky under brilliant song
living out of wild bodied trees
The Journey
I refuse to let death be my life,
for it is the only one that I have;
I’ll not worry about the end of my path,
it will come soon enough,
and getting there is the fun part.
scars
death of expression
I am not my words
but they are all
I have left of me.
nostalgia
right now
is passing me by
because I’m stuck in yesterday
waiting for a word never uttered
and a future that cannot be
