Only the moon
Defines our day
With orbit

Only sunshine
Allows our life

Only our ***
Creates our people

Only your love
Made me whole

Now moon drifts away
3.87 centimetres
Each year

The night shall stretch
And die

You left
All at once

Only I cry
I cry
I cry

Give way to this sorry state
and if you claim
that life is but a dream
then I dread the wakening.

For if these scenes
are my unconsciousness fantasy
how horrible
this reality must be.

Have you ever felt like you were drowning?
Like you want to yell for help but it wouldn’t even matter?
Who would come?
Would they even help?
Have you ever felt alone?
So alone you just want to be alone?
Does that make any sense?
Or will that just make it worse?
Have you ever felt pulled in so many different directions?
Have you ever asked yourself, is there any of me even left?
Who can answer that besides you?
How did you let this happen?
If there are no pieces of us left then can we even be drowning?

I don't understand why you let me back into your life
I was a monster last time we spoke
I ripped our love in two
Because I was afraid of getting hurt
I didn't think it would end up hurting you
Because I was never sure if anyone was able to love me
Since I hated myself so much

But here we are two years later
I am trying to cover the scars I left with poems and love letters
I don't know why you let me in again

Every time I look in a mirror all I can see are the imperfections
Under my clothes you can see every weakness and insecurity
But I could compare yours to god's

I don't know why you give me so much of your time
I'm sure girls fall at your feet
Your eyes could melt glaciers after all

You are devil's food cake
And I'm just a tuna casserole

A  group  of  maples
stand  proudly  in  the  village.

A  vivid  deep  scarlet  in  color
truly  magnificent  trees.

Very  pleasing  to  the  eye.
You  have  to  catch  the  moment  though
Sadly  the  beauty  soon  fades.

As  seen  in  October.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

I  hated the scent  of Old Spice and Vick’s
VapoRub in the old couple’s home,
and the stench of ****** diapers

in poverty’s  bedroom, and the stink of
*** and bacon grease in my friend’s
house;  when I remember these

smells I want to throw steel
at glass and cry into
the sun.