Pat Lynett

Pat Lynett Apr 2019

Adjacent

Infatuated by the silence
Wishing for a voice
That gets me.

Pat Lynett Apr 2019

So much sadness
Quietly tucked away
Reserved for a later date
I wish I had stayed.

Pat Lynett Mar 2019

Dormant

With lips that speak so tense
I'm an eclipse
Waiting for the end.

Pat Lynett Mar 2019

There was a flurry of orchards
All burning under a crescent moon
And the gasps of the unfamiliar,
How they stared like a passerby
All wanting more.

Pat Lynett Mar 2019

Not knowing what to feel
Might be the worst of them all
That's when we fall
The farthest.

Pat Lynett Mar 2019

And after all the clatter
Reality settles in
For the remainder of the seconds
I consume.

Pat Lynett Mar 2019

The concepts
Saw hope in an afterlife
But they lacked sweat
Pooling under
Clenched hands.