Sleep lets you know
What death feels like,
When you get into bed,
And those you love
Don’t know you’re alive.
It is death.
It shows you
The nightmare
Of being alone.
Even in life.
I
I am told the world lies,
None mean what they say;
And, if, perhaps, they do,
The truth changes, every day.
The love they speak of fades;
The vows they make all break;
The hope they give tarnishes;
Yet, it all was never meant to be… fake.
And I wish I could deceive
The ones I love and hate;
I wish I could erase promises,
Like cleaning chalk from slate.
But I can’t. I mean every word.
I can’t bother to deal in lies.
My truth is all I have living,
Without it, this character dies.
Apart
Love grows over time, it deepens with age,
It rises like mountains touching the sky,
Its rivers meet oceans, quiet and dark;
None seem to mind, or ask of it just why.
But as the waters delve and the peaks soar,
Distances widen, far out of arm’s reach;
They say, that is how true love ought to be;
They say, who do not do; but seek to teach.
Time lengthens, and our bodies grow apart;
Love takes for granted how fast the years run;
Soon, distances charter space and black holes,
While I become the moon, and you, the sun.
Stalkers
I try to write a poem,
When I am alone at night,
When the snorers snore,
In dull yellow light…
I don’t get far?
Emotions overwhelm
Anxieties, and allergies
Mix terror up with phlegm.
I wish I could stop thought;
I wish I could escape my mind;
So I try aligning the chaos,
In writing, and leave it behind.
But emotions are bedlam,
Mixed with my urge to know,
So these lie awake with me
And follow wherever I go.
Each Drop 