Poetry
to me
is taking
my pain
and making
it sing.

She looks like the devil
A devil to whom
I'd sell my soul

Meltdown my senses devil
You are in control

I am numb

I am the tortured one
For I see you drift away

To unknown realms

Forced to float around the
Omnificent sun

Forever chasing your
Name

Silence comes
  from bones
that rot in the Earth
beneath a wet stone
with a carved name
   white as good teeth
in a hard jaw.

Silence is
  a homerun some kid
hit in Tennessee
in 1973 and a father
remembering the ball
  going like a bullet
deep into left center.

Silence is
  a brother grimacing
whispering your name,
through salt
  and tears on his cheeks,
one last time.

Silence, it just is...
  quiet, like pain.

One day at a time
Rain, Sun, falling leaves, frost
They have come and gone
Like love when it resided in this heart
Before suffocating
Bludgeoned by those
Who needed it most
I once loved you
Like I once loved life
But with both
Only shards and embers remain
Lost in every teardrop
One day at a time