i wish
i could reply
just once
and set upon
that brave new world
to bridge
this unrelenting gap
that suffers
our demise.
the echo
in the absent room
persists
with but a wistful wont
as every thought
conceivable
yet taunts me
with replies
Accursed Ring
i have worn
this banded armor
shorn away
by silent toll
even now
in days diminished
erstwhile sentiments yet hold
idle hands
have stayed my purpose
vice allays
the spirit’s wake
tears erode
this pallid surface
worthless feelings
ne’er abate
dulling
from the desert sun
has robbed me
of my own perception
burning shadows
stabbed my eyes
and stole her
from the moon’s reflection
Sharing Is Caring:
But Here I Sit
i should probably bathe
but here I sit
i should probably eat something
but here I sit
i should probably shave
but here I sit
i should probably go to work
but here I sit
i should probably tend to my ablutions
but here I sit
i should probably get out of bed
but here I sit
i should probably live…
Sharing Is Caring:
Where Lost Time Stands Still
a faltering state of mind
calls this pittance to arms
the paltriest paradigm
of pandering charms
defaulting to circumstance
chants ruing the day
in vaults of indignance
locked deftly away
a vacuous feeling
since stolen from god
that once seemed appealing
now dolent and odd
beyond every precipice
where lost time stands still
and thoughts of our sins escape
from cells of spent will
but dare never to look back
lest our sanity fall
from blight into blackness
confined to mute walls
constructed of naught but
our lies and laments
in reveries e’er fraught
with heaven’s repent
Max, or Not 