My girl.
You are in the midst
of goddesses
upon a pedestal.
Chiseled stone holds
you firm atop
it's foundation.
Yet, we mere mortals
must hold committed
to the hands of time.
We damaged each other.
My guilt, your guilt
keep me slavishly
tied to my goddess.
You are on a pedestal.
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
A boy’s bloodshot eyes
guide his body
atop the dry
mountain pasture
The daylight wanes
A mass of tents flank him
He shakes his head
with a wince
to the sight
of a tent that he calls home
The daylight wanes
A mass of tents flank him
The words welcome home
are scribbled
on a cardboard doormat
with permanent marker
The daylight wanes
A mass of tents flank him
Looking at the vast open land
below, he sees
billowing clouds form shadows
that undulate across the terrain
The daylight wanes
A mass of tents flank him
He rests his head that night
feeling peace
knowing
this too shall pass
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC
Always,
your face hangs like a mask
on my mind.
You are a part of me,
my darling.
Who am I without you?
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 7:43 PM UTC