I would like to be a ball
so I wouldn’t have angles.
I would like to spin around the sun
in a continuous Revolution.
I would like to roll on the meadows
without being kicked to score my goals.
I would like to be Beast
so that I could take Bella to the ball
I would like to squeeze the universe into a bowling ball
And strike with it a new beginning.

in between the ending
and this new beginning
lies an infinity of unknown
afraid maybe, but still
brave enough to take chances

some are wicked

heartache, claws, shot in the back

some are just a soul

translucent, silent, empty sorrow

some are kissed

eyes shut, candles, relief

a poet dies

heartache

silent

empty relief