There's a storm inside me
it starts every time I hear your laughter in the night,
when I think about the way we changed
from human beings
to some people who can only share
some words written on a cold page;

it's hard to explain how is it that I miss you
when I've never really had you in the first place
and you wouldn't understand
you see
your heart has long forgotten about feelings like these.

still

I hear your voice calling my name
I see you before my eyes
even in my dreams I write you in bleeding lines
and in my waking hours
your smile brings raindrops in my coffee
and tears on the shirt I wear
because once you said that you liked it;


spring brings tulips at my doorstep
but it's hard to feel their perfume
to let their scent in my broken lungs;

people tell me that all I have to do
is breathe



but it's hard to breathe without crying.

Tears of life:

Tears, are they ever idle?
Like departed children on a playground lot
Still, I don't always know what they mean
In-between the light of day and night
Tears, sometimes they haunt me
Taunt me
Sneer me into vague submission
Silently, silently
They come and go
Like ocean waves
On a vagabond beach of submission
Always hidden like a pearl inside an oysters Shell
And into the core
Of life..

(c) January 25, 2017
Collaboratin with Ken Riccio Poems

Tears rolling down my face.
The emptiness is too much to handle.
I am alone in this terrible hurtful world.
No one cares about me as I once thought they did.
I am nothing to anyone, even to myself.
I have never despised myself so much.
I have never wanted everything to end so much.