Category: Poetry

So tired, eyes unable to focus. Cobwebs in my brain. Sleep, sought after but denied  like   your    love.

You were my greatest dream; Beautiful and bright, Inspiring my works My life My love. All lies: A nightmare within.

Mountains contrasting the endless sky Blue brighter than words describe. Here in the desert, so hot and dry Your soul is drawn from the inside Slowly, inexorably overheat and die. It matters not, because you lied.

Tea on the veranda In the early morning light Trying to make sense Of the previous night.

True love is the ability to say “No.” Even when it hurts yourself to make them better.

If there were ever a chance, I would have seized it.

Blocks, building the basis of our lives Little pieces assembled per plans But as they say about mice and men Fate will unfold no matter how we strive.

God painted the sky this morning. Red sky, sailors take warning. As a pirate, this is an ill omen: Red sky and flags, like a woman Far too beautiful to be real; Fake as the love you claimed to feel.

My psychic succubus Draining away my soul Stealing my life, my will To live, leaving just a hole Where my heart, now still Beat while dreaming of us.

The sun in the east in my eyes as I sit on the veranda, coffee steaming by my hand, I remember every morning with you.  And I cry inside, the void you left unhealed.