Submissions by dlmchale

A fog of defeat envelopes my feet;
I am hobbled by my own false steps.
Aimlessly I’ve wandered, a life mostly squandered
Upon roads I have paved in regret.
Awash in addiction, my life’s predilection
Was always toward numbing the pain –
A failure to cope with the absence of hope
Now leaves me with nothing to gain.
With each labored breath, I contemplate death
And the comfort that darkness portends
All meaning eludes me, my sins now preclude me
From offering empty amends.
These words that I write do most bitterly bite -
A eulogy composed in...

If flowers bloom when springtime comes, their fragrance rising, too,
These I, on bended knee would give, and even more to you;
Celestial stars and distant moons I’ve gathered up for thee -
And as the angels sweetly sing, profess your love to me.

Spring tides should rise and surely ebb with every breath you take;
Each heartbeat to mine own enjoin a passion full awake!
Softly pressing palm to palm, our fingers tightly laced,
Pulling closer, closer still, a warm and tight embrace.

Each minute to the hour unwinds, and still spring’s night unfolds...

The heart beats strong for what it will
Yet still I seek to master
My thoughts within or outward spilled
Inviting sure disaster
The love I seek, or hope to keep
Isn’t mine to choose
The sweet delights and dreamy nights
Are only mine to lose
Our soul is but an open door
Through which flows passion’s fire
Though oft’ ignored, it stands much more
The beacon of my desire
The heart bestows on those who know
That love is never what it seems
The arrows flung from Cupids bow
Pierce the few and far between
Be still the beating of your...

My shadow falls away
No sun will touch this truth
Wandering, cold and revealed
almost naked in my sin
I have squandered the best of me
hope descending now with the rest of me
Secrets eat at my guts
and I am consumed completely
Would that my lips could part
and exorcise that which I dare not speak
I am taunted by courage beyond my reach
My body is cleaved in two
one side dead
the other existing in fear of living
My own hand betrays me
and I cannot sleep eternal
The truth is an acid
eating away any hope of resurrection
I am...