Good morning my pain,
my sorrow, my fear
Nice to see you
Don’t worry I’m here
I’ve ignored you all
for oh, so long
Now I realize
that was wrong
Wrong for the
inner child in me
Distracting myself
So, I could not see
the depth of his dear suffering

How can smiles
melt our hardened hearts
yet, we have these terrible wars
fueled by hate across the globe
that oozes from our pores?

Whenever we feel
loneliness or despair
We cover it up
and pretend it’s not there
Denying emotions
and pushing them down
won’t make them leave
or silence the hound
But, how do you face the suffering
when it is bigger than you are?

Of late
there has been this restlessness
that has been stirring
like the wind before a storm
The rustle of the leaves
warns of an impending doom
and it begs the question
Is everything in life worth surviving?
Just a passing thought
but a sobering one
At least there are no crows
in my bedroom window

If you must be gone
Then come to me
In almosts
Almost seen
Almost heard
Almost real

Enough
To make me hope
Bt never
Enough to stay.

How tragic the man
who thinks the world’s
at his feet
then that Persian rug
pulled from beneath him
He is set at sea
part of the fleet
befriending the rest
of the jetsam

I sit in the silence
of their long empty rooms
that leave me
with a feeling of homelessness
I do not recognize
my house anymore
I live there
in uncomfortable loneliness