Monday, September 02, 2019

Fall, Level, Bruise

Garden Path
in the walk of life
our trails came together
we came to a fork
you turned left; i said good night

Shot to Pieces
i snapped at you 
in anger; you left
i now live with  
my photo, graphic memory

Flood Pressure 
life without love they say 
is a desert; how untrue
it's monsoon; i'm drowning 
in the tears i shed for you

Black Whole
darkness has long gone, 
why is it  still night
unburden my heart
let it be light