Sorry is all I can say, but it’s not enough Ordinary words seem out of place, and no Remedy to everything you think and feel Remember I wasn’t always what you imagine me now to be Yell at me, from this guilt I won’t be freed Continue reading Sorry. A poem.
I watched TV Saw an interesting story A man with no arms and legs Overcoming every challenge Every adversity And I thought to myself In a moment of epiphany If he can do the things he does Without a fuss, without complaint Then surely I can rise above My own misbegotten woes I’m no saint I’m no fool But I’ve screwed up my life Worse than most do But time has come To follow the example Set by a man with no hands or feet Who walks tall without them And who lives life As it’s meant to be lived Continue reading The Example. A poem.
Dawn peeks in through the blinds, seeking the one behind Laying here in bed, yet to face sun and sky Yet to feel the warmth and to stretch arms wide Yet to start the day, nothing changed by the night No miraculous cures or incredible saves Nothing more than pleasures we indelibly crave When your feet hit the floor, sunlight leads the way Every morning follows night Every night follows day Continue reading Dawn. A poem.
Is fate so cruel That it would make Your indecision The crux Upon which your life Depends Continue reading Crux. A poem.
Mirror, mirror What do you see? Just a reflection Of who I could be Should I rise Or should I fall Could this reflection Be ignored Mirror, mirror Who am I here My imperfections Perfectly clear Have I lost my focus Have I lost my will Have I fixated on A bitter pill Mirror, mirror Save me tonight Let me see A perfect light Don’t let me waste away Inside my mind Let me see the good That lives inside Continue reading Mirror, Mirror. A poem.
Lying in bed Frustrated Lazy days That pass Ineffectually Intellectually Books and net Despondency Navel gazing And regret The sooner I get over this The sooner I can do all The same things Standing up Continue reading Irony in Injury. A poem.
The essence of you Like perfumed tea A higher state of being Rain falling on the sea And the solitude of trees Taking me away To a far better place The essence of you Continue reading Essence. A poem.
Fitter than I’ve ever been Big, tanned and super lean All it took was one little tear And suddenly I’m geriatric Limping like an old man Bent over and wizened Amazing how an injury Can make the years catch up … Continue reading The Lesson. A poem.
My heart beat Skips Flutters When you’re near Not a heart attack (At least I hope not) Not indigestion (Couldn’t be) Butterflies Nerves Anxiety Confusion (Obviously) If only I could Pull myself together Long enough To tell you How I Feel (Not the indigestion) Sometimes I’d like to punch Myself In The Face To wake me up So I could tell you How much I need you But by the time I get through All of this You’re gone Damn Continue reading Flutter. A poem.
The dark encloses me It is bloated and vampiric, just fed And I am a foetal ball of fear Nested in a womb of my own making And from this poverty of light There is no escaping Perhaps there is a tunnel’s end That in my blindness I cannot see But until then The dark encloses me Continue reading The Dark. A poem.
The rain falls And every drop Is a memento A moment of you Remembered And merging Into a pool Of longing That grows By the hour Until the sun Comes out And every Shiny fragment Disappears And like you It’s gone Continue reading Memento. A poem.
How dark the walls That hide our shadows Dancing in the light Of images cast brightly Mapping regions lost And angst so bold To fill sedentary lives With excited sobriety Continue reading Movie. A poem.
My very last breath Suspended and succinct Drawn fatefully in duress Through a lifetime of failure And subdued success A turn of the corner Like a turn in my eye A fitful melancholy Forever present in mind My black dog companion Always here by my side The pall of loneliness More expansive than pride Who is there to remember All the good that I did All gone now, replaced By a requiem of sins And what now of love? In truth, all I needed That unrequited soul To whom my heart seceded This very last breath Perhaps like this will … Continue reading Last Breath. A poem.
Time Is inexorable It marches implacably And bears witness To its end Continue reading End. A poem.
Survivor You seek the truth Perhaps you’ll find it So full of survivor guilt In time your questions Will be answered Survivor You toss and turn at night Reliving all the moments That can’t be changed Will you ever Overcome your pain Survivor Get to your feet Climb back from the brink This is not defeat But a new beginning Only you can choose to be Born again Continue reading Survivor. A poem.
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