Empty bed

Bright lights.
Sleeping city.
Tired thoughts.
Looking pretty.
Silly truths.
Nothing real.
Giving up.
Sleeping deep.
Morning Sun.
With no one.

Darkness

Dark shadows
Stretching
Reaching
Tendrils flowing
Grasping at the light
What fright
As they go and grow
Suffocating
Black
Nothing.

Dreamer

When will I learn that
There is no tomorrow without
First having today

Exhausted

This exhaustion
It creeps up
Slowly from behind
Racing up
At the last second
And pulling you down
Holding you there
Until the fight is gone
And sleep wins

Mistakes

Someday
The other shoe
Will drop
And you’ll
Be the one
Laughing.

Silence

Ring.
Silence.
Ring Ring.
Silence.
Ring Ring.
Silence.
Ring.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.

… Love you

Two words shy
On his deathbed
“I…”