Annotated hate letters
sticky- posted to
every surface
until you get the
hint
Forgiveness is no longer an option
and this is not your mess to clean up
It is,
however,
your mind to make up
Although it would seem
that you already
have

I will hide
   my heart
deep
deep
   away from the howling wind
this anxious
   bitter
   wind
will reach inside
and draw out my soul.

The beginning is promising
the middle's all muddled
the ending
...just
sorta....

My night time reflection
in the car window
as we drive along in silence
tells a different story.
Smooth, moon washed skin,
shining white eyes-
I am almost beautiful.

Autumn's amber hued
Sunday afternoons
are laced with regret
for days gone to soon.

Yellowed pages
folded and faded,
are the leaves underfoot,
sweet and decaying.

Now the fall moon
will be waning blue,
and so goes this life,
a memory too.

Hope
is a vile,
deceitful creature.
Slowly
   and
deliberately
instilling baseless confidence,
it knowingly assures
   victory
where there is none
to be had.
Abandon hope
to those
   less weary
and prepare yourself
for the inevitable
   worst.