Something about the 11th hour The urge to make it all for naught To give up; better yet, turn around The itch I have to run off the trail Fail the final Scramble the puzzle ***** it all Give reason To this despair I feel anyhow
"Twinkle twinkle little star" "You are my sunshine" in the car When grandpa grabs your arm and shakes Two candy bars will soon replace And as we're driven home that day His candy strewn across our face We smile because we know we'll see Our grandfather again next week
A secret The one thing that has always been mine To hold, ponder, inspect Once given changed entirely Tainted As others finger it Smearing alternative realities So selfishly I repress The temptation to let go My last Secret
An ice cube Poured into the mold of least resistance Slowly Frozen Complacently numb What is this dripping? Searing pain as I begin to unthaw Discomfort as I spill over Emotions long forgotten barge in expecting welcomes How foreign they look And yet I feel warm