I was enough till it wasn't !

I wish you were there when I was crying on the floor. My knees ****** and my eyes sore.

I wish you could have seen the look on my face. Every time my brain whispered your name.

I wish you heard my shouting. Sentences I rehearsed for hours. Just to tell you I'm angry.
I'm angry.
I'm angry.
It never worked.

I wish you could have helped me when I drowned in my sorrows.

But you never was one for love and compassion. I should know.

If rock concerts came first
Would churches have been needed?

                                       By Phil Roberts

I don't write anymore.
I haven't picked up a pen in a year and a half.
The words are gone and I am empty.

I look at an autumn tree and don't see renewal and change.
I see the oncoming winter
and the cold depression it will bring.

I look at a sunset and no longer see the universal canvas.
I see the end of a long day.

I look at a stream and instead of imagining the lives of fish
I see only perpetual change.

I don't write anymore
and it's killing me.