Sitting with sadness

Death Changes Us –

I lost my first love to death at nineteen, chased his ghost for a decade; trying to find him, trying to find who I was without him, until I met the mate of my soul; found love with him so true and unconditional that I was totally free just to be and discover me. Now

THUNDERSTRUCK

Loneliness brought her there in her darkest hour Spinning out of control in a world collapsing From within lifetime ago dreams he magically appeared Though lost and broken she wished he had not found her He brought her in from the frigid cold Shattered the bonds that restrained her soul Vowing never to lie, nor

Idle hours

Night falls And the door of Loneliness Opens once more Wandering thoughts Leading deeper Endless hours Pass by idle Tears born of Frustration Wanting so much To believe While truths falsities Ebb and flow Raging as the sea To shed tears of happiness Heart swollen with joy From the gift of truth Another should bestow

Means to an end

With old patterns faltering in the wake of time, serving him less and less; desperation creeps, then slowly sets in. Searching for something real to cling to; in a world of illusion and cheap parlor tricks; of which he created and has always dwelled. Better to be an imaginary somebody, than a real no body;

Backtrack

She found herself traveling South on A1A Desperate now to get back To that place Hunting ghosts Slaying demons Searching for that lost Part of her self Since the door was slammed Locked down tight She was filed away On the back of a shelf Images unraveling With the hum of the miles A Technicolor

Wasted youth

The parking lot was full Spilling over onto the boulevard Hearse at the ready To lead the procession 102 in the shade Suffocating humidity No breeze to speak of All those gathered Dressed in black Mourning the loss Young life wasted Blood and tears pouring Tragically taken Listening through the wall Razors trembling fingers As

Worth retrieving

She watches the water Flow lazily by her window Gently being pulled By the slow moving current Offering further proof In the power of connections Something she once put Total faith in Reduced to a place Where she no longer believes Still searching for her own truth Once given so freely A journey she must