Wake up
What a cute and stupid dream.
Wake up. No one remembers you.
Winter’s Footprint
Time burrows with horrors
laying dormant behind icy mirrors.
Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows.
rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
Bottom Of The Well
Feeling now only total defeatI cannot bear to face the lighta dark place in my mind is where I retreatonce I stood tall, with confidence and might.
Lonely Claim
I am your time that is up
Your story that’s come to an end
Your regrets and words unsaid.
Your what ifs and maybes.
Your whys and cries.
Your hows and tries.
Your breaking point and last stand.
Your surrender and longest slumber.
Aloof
And as the fires swallowed my cries
I opened my eyes to face life’s lies.
I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize:
to accept failures without whys and be wise
to break ties and move in smaller gyres
to avoid fires and flat tires caused by familiar mires.
Vertigo
I can barely open my eyes And the rectangular lamps that hang above me, promptly providing light are only making it worse The loud bantering of people nearby are like a series of thunder in a sudden downpour I want…