Friday, March 4, 2016

A Place to Cry

I needed to cry
Tears saved up for awhile
I go to a funeral
To the common privacy of strangers
A place safe in its design
                                                                            Free to weep at will
Flames I feel are roaring
I start tears flowing
Let emotions up to well
A little death in each breath
I let my mind wander
No one can breathe for me
The breath that I need
Back to my wounded sky I go
To keep being alone
Someone there might listen
To my silence
I am angry to be mortal
The road I followed came to an end
It came to an end without me
I died before my death
Moments repeat my dying


Friday, February 12, 2016

Attitude: Busy Air

Attitude: Busy Air: The air was busy Embracing its surroundings In a constant vigil Keeping creation at ease The wind got in my way I nudged it rudely a...