March 10, 2015

Feeling helpless
There is nothing
I can do
Feeling trapped
Alone in a corner
Wishing to be free
Feeling lost
Like a sailor
Struck off course
Feeling frantic
Clawing desperately
At the walls
Feeling tempted
By your perfection
Drawing me in
Feeling hopeful
That your smile
Will meet mine
Feeling thankful
That we ever met
And I held you.


Pin Hole

December 5, 2012

A pin hole;
Small, round, dark.
A prick;
Suddenly there.
Then it grows.
Out, and out, and out
Creating a want
A desire
A primitive need
To close it.
To fill it.
To make it gone.
But no matter what
Is put in that hole,
It only tears the edges
Expanding it;
Until one day,
It reaches the point
Of consumption.


December 15, 2010

What is right?
It is time
To stop the fight.

Where we are
This has gone
Much too far.

How it’s made
In shallow water
We should have stayed.

Are we insane?
Gone out this far
In torrential rain.

Will we drown?
Sailing off
To reclaim the crown.

It is all too late
Our ship is lost
In the sea of fate.