Edge of Ending, a poem

Edge of Ending Barely holding on now, So close now to the door, Thoughts spinning windingly, Freer than before. It doesn’t have to make sense. Life isn’t grammatically correct. Imperfect but determined, A matter of matter of fact. These lines are not straight. These thoughts are not so narrow. These lights are not guiding. These bones have not but marrow. But if tips of fingers, … Continue reading Edge of Ending, a poem

Pet Hamster Zombie; a Short Commentary on the Longevity of Feeling Meh

Depressed Shout out to the depressed Just trying to get by. Keeping eyes open With regurgitated lies I don’t feel happy I’m not even that sad I say I’m hopeful So they don’t feel bad It’ll be okay If tomorrow ever comes But I’ll still be struggling To believe in the dawn. Hello, friends! I thought I’d share a little ditty I wrote as 2020 … Continue reading Pet Hamster Zombie; a Short Commentary on the Longevity of Feeling Meh

Brain Fog, a poem

Brain Fog I’m trying to concentrate. I swear I am. But my heads all foggy And I’m losing to the demands On my mind and on my body So I’m curled up fetus-style, Waiting for someone to tell me I can stop for a little while. But I know I’ll try again. I’ll drive toward completion. I’ll get up and carry on, Without focusing on … Continue reading Brain Fog, a poem

Too Early to be Late, a poem about success

Too Early to be late It’s too early to get up but there’s so much to do. Can’t keep going like this but he Has to. All about the money and These nice things he has. Maybe he’ll try to lower His class. Tired of decisions about Everything from clothes to food. It’d be great if they’d tell him what To do. But that’s no … Continue reading Too Early to be Late, a poem about success

Before I Stride, a poem of the in-between

Before I stride by Lucidity Lamb Between two posts, there stands a gate. Within it’s shadow, I stand and wait. Beyond, there shines a vibrant sun, Out of sight of this begotten son. – Who am I now, before I stride? Who was I when I was alive? What choices made, brought me here? What sins denied? How many tears? – Before I step forth, … Continue reading Before I Stride, a poem of the in-between

The Hidden Heart, a poem

The Hidden Heart And she rides the feather with her eyes, Escaping the ground in her mind, Fleeing the sound of her own voice, Repeating empty, boring lies. And she sighs as Veronica passes by, Her scent, her shape, her smile, Pretending friendship will satisfy, Aching with unrequited desires. And she locks the door to her room. Alone is better than consumed. This world is … Continue reading The Hidden Heart, a poem