Single. Spaced. Blank.

Thoughts are gone

In a mist

Like cold anger

Lost in a fist

Words mean nothing

They are sickness

Like empty air

Inside my breast

Existence is stuck

A bleak blip

Like meaningless moans

Inside sealed lips

Life stands still

Time’s broken and

My mind’s page is a

single spaced blank.

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The Red Shoe

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A little red shoe
Is the gateway
To the world
Full of dreams for you

It lies in innocence
Deep in the garden
Of my blooming daffodils
Awaiting your remembrance

A swing set sways
Blown by the wind
Wishing for your company
On this winter’s day

Awaiting your tiny hands
That held on to the chains
And with each rise
Imagined unknown mysterious lands

A lovely dressed up doll
Sits alone at your tea party
She misses the hugs
That kept away the night’s cold

She awaits mundane conversations
Your fairy tale concerns
The view from the dollhouse now:
Everyday is a dark revelation

Perched on my window sill
My cold dark mind
Flutters like that bee
Buzzing around my daffodils

They miss your touch so tender
Their beauty belying the truth
They bloom from the love
Seeping through from six feet under….

Contemplation

The machines they hum
in a distance in land
I look through the glass
my pills in hand

Can feel my breath slowing down
Is this what she felt
when life went numb
and God was dead?

In this second I know the truth
love is far more than
just a fleeting sigh
and a mystic rant

Morning lights and night skies
the city knows of hidden joys
of perfect smiles
and imperfect boys 🙂

It’s time for the glass again
the pills stare back
pleading to remain
in their emptied stack

Looking back at the life I lived
I wonder is this it?
Is this the end of this sorrow
by a mere slit wrist?

There has to be more to this
more mistakes to be made
there has to be a greater good
than the illusion that love evades…