The pain
Is all
That I
Am
Migraine’s Doom
The pain
Is all
That I
Am
Tag: poetry
Weariness
Inspiration dry.
Exhaustion creeping throughout.
Gray skies crushing me.
Winter’s Breath
Air flows calmly down.
Teeth of winter’s brutal bite
Tranquil snows falling.
Remembrance
Looking within, then through
Towards where wisdom’s born,
Kindly guidance, compassion’s
Grace with an elegant soul now, Now
Echoing silence upon the weathered
Walls of this psyche’s hidden
Corridors. Footsteps which linger
Within that silence. And now I know
They’ll echo within my heart
Eternally.
Crushed Compassion
Huddled upon the floor
Sobbing and bleeding,
Raging flesh’s brutality
Crushes another. Yet
That is not enough. No.
We demand to know
Why this overwhelming force
Was courted, sought. Insanity.
Compassion, perhaps,
Died. Revive it I shall.
Fearfully we start
Any new change bringing dread
Which we must resist
Lost
Feeling lost I gaze
Into the dark nothingness
I am staring back.
Why am I awake?
Rising from my restless mind.
Autumn’s touch comes soon.
Darkness
Upon the mind’s edge
The abyss makes some afraid.
Possibilities
Carpe diem
For some, “seizing the moment”
Involves a death grip.
Hold that moment forever
Or until it’s torn from our
Grasping, finite fingers.
I seek, simply, to be fully in
Each moment. To savor each
Second dearly. Taste each piece
And fully know it, before it
Collapses into the vaporous
Collective of memory.