Climb from your dark cave
Where cramped corners force...
Prick up your dulled ears, be brave;
Hear the dislodged dirt flying...
she listens as the night
keeps counting down her days...
How I wished you walked away
sooner...
Some things you just can’t speak about
Autumn comes after a hot Summer...
petals inscribed with love, fall
like teary snowflakes...
“…and the wound was a place of shelter for...
You sincerely ask. You speak the grief I’ve been...
I almost want to cry,
in relief, in acceptance...
The night bathes the forest in red
And the leaves gnaw at tired old bones...
It was raining.
Wind was straining...
Who is this guy, hiding in me,
who is so drowned in himself...
When the truth is not lonely!
When the truthful is not one and only...