Late last night my soul was disturbed. I was tensed and uncomfortable. I left our bed and sluggishly entered our bathroom. Leaning over the porcelain basin I lifted my head and looked at myself in the Mirror.
“where are you?” I wanted to ask, but just how ridiculous would I look talking To myself? Instead, I looked deeply into my own eyes and tried to find the boy I Once was. Strangely I think he was looking back…I looked deeper and surely enough There he was trying to see the man he would one day become.
My lids, they rise yet grainy pains of sand fill my eyes My head heavy my lips dry my brain a pendulum of aching cries, I’m not hung over, for I do not drink, I am so puzzled, yet I do not think.
I cannot withstand a barrage of fists and slap of palms, Yet I speak not of physical wounds, nor of bodily harms, But of a hurt in a tender soul, Where when put together we’re still not whole, Where our 1 plus 1 is not equal to 2… Where you’re meant for me yet I’m not meant for you.
Reality an avalanche I cannot outrun, So I bury my...
I have this companion, who never leaves my side, A companion who kindly shares and has nothing to hide, I have a darkened soulmate that will be here to the end I call this shady character, misery my friend.
Misery knocked on my door one day, I invited her into my home, And she’s been here ever since, She won’t leave me alone,
I’ve begged and pleaded for her to go, To finally take her leave, Yet she just laughs and giggles and grins, What a wicked web she weaves,
Now I’m to blame for asking her to come into my life, ...