11.15.17

​The memories come rushing back to me

Memories I don’t deserve to have

And my heart, it breaks open again

Right where the stitches are

That I put in place to mend

But they never stay in place

There’s something more at stake here

Than saving my aging face

Something more important to save here

Than my dignity and grace

11.03.17 #2

It’s comfortable here,

In the lonely darkness.

A lone candle lit

Centered in the room.

A reminder of the light

That could be,

But never will

Because of me. 

10.30.17

​You were here all along

To dissolve the dirt

From my sectioned soul

And absolve my sadistic sins


You were here all along

To tell me I’m only human

I’m merely mortal

And make many mistakes


You were here all along

To forgive me for faults

And face the fears

That detain me in darkness


I’ve been here all along

To learn to love my life

To seek satiety for my soul

And help you to the same

Senseless (08.03.12)

The beauty of the world
lay before me,
but I am blind;
I cannot see

the voices of help are
directed toward my ears,
but I am deaf;
I cannot hear

the hands of comfort
are perched on my skin,
but I do not
feel a thing

the smell of peace in a
green gracious garden,
is fully, factually,
unknown to me

the taste of victory, unable
to penetrate my tongue;
which dried up
long ago

no help has been helpful,
no hand has been grasped,
all things righteous,
never even passed

my nerves are dead,
my face,
sags down to the ground,
my limbs are limp and my heart
cannot be found

I am an empty shell,
all life sucked out and soul
sunk down to hell.