Battered
and somewhere in the ruble I exist where my heart lives like a fist beating my insides raw ’til I am bloody and lost in the injury of my truth betrayed by the brokenness of my own dreams that lay dying, caged by a pain and the darkest of thoughts that will not release me…
The Haunted Poem
I don’t remember the exact moment I died or why my thoughts still wander beyond the grave or why my ghost cannot rest still desperately clawing postcards, letters and lonely verse into the dirt of my worm infested heart that feasts on the love and longings never read, never sent but only lost…
Have a Seat
Have a seat, right here next to all the lost and lonely dreams of all the yesterdays misplaced in all the hopes of the somedays that never came; Forgotten like me…… Photo is of a porcelain doll I bought years ago while shopping with my daughter in a thrift shop. She looked sad so I…
