You say,you know how I feel.You say,you’ve been there too. But do you know,how empty I am,how tired I am,every day. Do you want,to simply stop feeling,anything, everything,silence the world. You say,you know how I feel.But I don’t feel,anything.
Why are you leaving? Why must you go?How can this happen when I love you so? What use is the present when you’ve lost our past?As I fade from your mind. Could this day be our last? How can this happen while you are here?How can I watch while you disappear? I hold you hereContinue reading “Why Must You Go?”
It’s not your fault I did not flower. You nourished me, encouraged me,tended me with love and care. But when roots find stony ground,they turn and tangle, hid from sight. With strength that weakened year by year,buds withered, perished as they formed. All you did could never heal,the problems founded deep beneath. It’s not yourContinue reading “It’s Not Your Fault”
Ever on the outside, always looking in.often wishing I could wear someone else’s skin. Ever on the outside, checking every word,cautious anything I say, might easily be misheard. Ever on the outside, painting out my frown,an imposter who will act again, as the circus clown. Ever on the outside, so nobody will see,the fears, theContinue reading “Ever on the Outside”
I am me,but who am I?Cogito ergo sum.Descartes surmised,but never explained,what happens to mewhen I am done?
She told them he was hurting,but nobody heard her cryShe said that she was leaving,but nobody asked her why. Her fears concealed.Her voice unheard.Lost amidst cloudsof empty words. She told them she was going,but nobody heard her cry.Nobody listened to her,and now they don’t know why.
A sun-warm breeze caressed our world,leaves bickered on branches high above.Crisp cotton clothed your burnished skin,that day in the sun, I fell in love. We walked together, through the parka love that burnt so fierce, so fast.I never spoke, you never knew,One day in the sun, that summer past.
Carefully cockledLeaves sealed in swollen budsAwait winter’s end
Chocolate, caramel,Cornish cream teas?Carrots and cucumber, lettuce and peas? Such foods divide the saint and the sinner.You are what you eat, I’ve got pasta for dinner.
They walk together in the parkat three fifteen each day.Miss Chatham and Euphorbiaquietly make their way.One loved in life, one never held,both showing time’s decay Some note quietly, as they pass,this singular mismatched pair.The lady clothed in Sunday bestand her friend’s wild wispy hair.Both alone, but twinned for life,Miss Chatham and her teddy bear.