I've seen you hiding in
the shadows...
I've always wondered
what the last poem I'd write...
I often go to borrow books
From my library up ahead...
Sarah told her soldier she would write,
When Peyton’s team shipped out to fight...
you make the house your own.
paint the bedroom. repaint...
The hopelessness creeps in,
trying to sneak past...
A poetic hive without the bees of words,
The song that sings me out...
I am the prince of your madness dreams
The one who would never lie...
Nurses see only
old lesions but for patients...
In the night all the
inks of the world can not shield...
I slip out of myself
Each time I drop into the screen...
My youth worn down by choices
That grasp me 'round the throat...