Insomnia, is what I used to have
and tears, accompanied with yearning, welling up...
Lost in your nightmare!
Haven't you found me there yet...
I don't want to write
about our burnt bridges again...
The time on the coffee pot said 3:02 AM,
why does she still wait up for him...
I've been writing this piece
many years to date...
I've began to make shadow puppets on my candle lit...
Trying to distract my thoughts from revolving...
Under a blanket of words lies a forgotten story
Never able to show its face upon a ruled page...
What do you do when everything you love is being...
What do you do when there's nothing left to say...
Crumpled paper showing grease spots at the corners
scrolling through endless pages hoping to find...
A Rustic old windmill
stood firmly planted...
At home I always,
Feel alone...
Darkest kiss to darkest love,
Two lovers are embracing in the very shadows in...