I hear you come for me On the cusp of sleep Whispering wisps Of ethereal memory Unforgettable Last breath Fill my fated lungs Dream me back To life (Image from Pinterest)
Last Breath
Tag: death
Shift
Churned in chronic cloud Wafted away To tenebrous fray I’m wrecked Face down Among ash anointed dirt Abysmally amassing Illness Sadness Death So lonely Don’t tell me About reasons Or better places In this house Where words are weapons And welts wail long after The belts been cinched This is chaos And I’m lost Waiting … Continue reading Shift
Not So Poetic Reality
A series of unfathomable events has left me feeling that I’m living hell on earth. Beginning with the death of my most precious pup on April 26th, 2018. This is the little girl I rescued from a cage, the little girl I put my arms around every night and whispered my most secret, secrets to. … Continue reading Not So Poetic Reality
Inertia
A parent perched upon Each slouched shoulder Hands hang useless at my side Oxygen tubes wrap tight round my throat Mentholatum, mothballs and melancholia Mother may I No, dad will hear Shhhh don’t say a word Or think a thing About life or death Or anything in between Just tell me what’s for dinner Chicken … Continue reading Inertia
Suicide Mosquitoes
*Trigger Warning - Suicidal Content* Today you would have been fifty-two Instead the doctor took away my blue Pills and made me start the yellow But I don’t feel like yellow I feel like blue Memories of you Pinching at my heart Suicide mosquitoes buzzing Round my head Today you would have been fifty-two … Continue reading Suicide Mosquitoes
Gone
You’re up late and you're crying I’m worried, are you okay I’m okay, I promise Lies Lies break the levee And I can’t hold on You, your scent, your love Are gone Just sad songs and cigarettes Prayers whispered in smoke Maybe I won’t wake up Find you in the hereafter The … Continue reading Gone
Brother
In a peaceful valley Contradictory caustic chronicle Innumerable years of naught Vultures mark the spot Vengeful young hover Elders perch, peck, hunch Barren eyes follow Generation after generation They keep coming back Constant flow of marrow Crimson drops On rusted barbed wire Hopeless bones Lay naked in golden grass It’s a jail of sorts Hidden … Continue reading Brother
