When I’m silent
I’m torn apart,
crushed at the rock bottom
of the abysmal plain
as a broken ***
Yet a thousand needles
pinning me down

When I’m silent
I’m deeply depressed,
deadly muted
all I have is a mutiny within myself
and then I’m reigned
by sheer silence!

if i could lay out my sad thoughts,
there'd be valleys of it.

staring at the mirror,
despair raids her light and air

in the reflection,
blinded by her beauty,
the bright florescent light
etches furrows
traces the side of her nose
to her mouth

yesterday's shadow
creeps from behind
sends bitter ripples
down her face
a reminder
of the loneliness, she hides

The simple act of looking
Will cause something to be
So I control my gaze
In a contemporary maze
Of love and poetry!

I would die a thousand
deaths before you live
out the rest of your life.