I’ve been trading my love for attention
and because I’ve been treating this like a transaction
maybe it’s not really love I’m giving.
Attention is still my drug of choice
and I need it
to fill this empty pit in my soul
called Neglect.
There is never enough to fill it,
never enough to soothe my nerves,
never enough to convince me
you really love me.

It's dark in the wild searching
For my inner child
As i lay my sins down
Onto the ground
I'm trying to run
But i can't help still holding on
To the thread
And the voice driving me to insanity
That only lives inside my head.

Is it possible
To smile and frown
At the same time?
For that is the emotion i feel.

Look it
the **** up

I just did
"archaic"

Feel that
like an angry poem

crawling up your
esophagus

it wants out
and into

your ear
cover 'em

retch into night
small words

their letters
spread

and you know
these hands

don't you
know this soul

wannabe wretched
in ease

solidarity

a sandwich
only i can eat

you
you are not

here
may never 'ave been

here

I will be
here soon

i only hope
for you

to someday
be struck

as i've been
become bereft

as i am
of yesterday's content

Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis

I dreamed we were
running through puddles
and laughing.
When I opened my eyes,
I reached out for you in the dark.
My hand hit the back of the couch
and, for a minute,
I forgot where I was.
I forgot that you’re gone.