Ash L Bennett
Whether you write about loss or love or joy or triumph, you have an opportunity to catch, in that small space, a little bit of the human condition on paper, and even more magnificent, you have the opportunity to let people *feel* through your words.
There is no other art form that could suit me more.
Cascade down my back,
Clothe me in your silver glow
Caress my still form.
Hello, Goodbye. Farewell Yesterday.
Today is Tomorrow -
Today no longer exists.
Tears cried are folly;
. Father, I have seen you
haunting my footsteps,
judging harshly my own
actions, and I fear that
I will follow the way
One eye staring at me,
The other eye staring into space.
Half a mind on my words,
The other half on groceries,
life,
. Smashing and crashing and angry noises
Name themselves as Mommy's toyses
And only when the last enemy's killed
Can Mommy's tears cease being spilled.
When you close your eyes,
Eternal Midnight
Catches up to you, and with her
Dark Night voice,
She sings,
I don't remember, any more,
The exact shape of your hands
As I held them in mine,
Caressed them,
Memorized the length of your fingers,
