Reminiscing The Aftermath [Poem]

Dark clouds linger

Mounted in gray.

War is waged.

The sunlight settles

Into clouded blankets.

The black Knight

Fights the dawn.

At a distance,

The masses gather

Raising their voices.

One last song

Carried faithfully on

Across the miles,

By soft winds

That never forget.


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The Clock [Poem]

The clock stopped

The hours

Like minutes

The minutes

Like seconds

Squandered

The clock stopped

The eyes fixed

Dreaming

The dreams give way to terror

Looming

The clock stopped

The pulse slowed down

The breath of life

Stolen

The hours

The dreams

The pulse

The living

The clock

Stopped


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This Is How I Feel Most Days

This is how I feel most days,

But to you, I wear a smile.

Everyone keeps leaning, needing,

Repeating,

Sweet, Miss Dependable

Me. It’s my own fault.

I love the loving

Like those in need of affection love lovers.

They inhale love.

Steal, ravish and consume it,

Quenching their thirst.

I’m afraid.

My heart has nurtured to the extent that it hungers.

Unloved, but still loving.

My love is volatile, leaking.

I have given in dangerous measures.

Still, I’m unlovable.

I will not cave! No, not I!

Bartender,  pour me another.

But to you, I wear a smile.

I am an addict and my heart is my dealer.

Toxins flow straight to my veins.

They still linger.

Secret poison to escape my hatred.

My own words betray me.

My strength’s a facade.

I’ll break. I will crumble.

I do break.

Like fine china on pavement,

I’ve broken.

Unloved, but still loving.

Bartender, pour me another.

I grab the mic and take a drink,

Sing, wave and take my bow.

Still, unbelieving and hollow.

But to you, I wear a smile.