I'm tired.
Of watching life pass me by without a second glance,
I'm tired.
Of being a back seat driver of my own story,
I'm tired.
Of seeing my happiness come and go fading like smoke on a cold day,
I'm tired.
Of staying up late every night and waking to the belles of lunch,
I'm tired.
Of the same dark like the deep pools of ink in the black night,
I'm tired.
Of life,
Of pain,
I can't do it anymore.
I have to change.
Goodbye to my pain.
I will not miss you.

Take me on a journey

Whisked away by your poetry

Let me exhale my mind

And be at one with your kind.

Lead me away like the fey

To poetry journalists

And HB specialists

Who like Toreinss Pinwinkle

Sprinkle fairy dust upon words and phrases

Until all who gazes are stunned.

Take me to where sk abdul

ski slopes

Where words formed

With ice cold precision

Fall soft as snowflakes

Forming landscapes in my mind.

My mind wanders with Luiz

Until with an elbow crack, I’m back

Tuned in a spin, by Ryn

Heeding Laurent’s call

Away from the dark places Mr Woods may take me

To be at one with the shadow in the dark,

Because as someone anonymous once said

“it’s sometimes light

but can be dark

as poetry is not

just a walk in the park”.