Coke was your drink
To chase the demons
Cure the blues
Stop a reaction
Sip
      .by
.           . Sip
Gulp
          by
                 Gulp
Whatever the occasion
Now that you are gone
Let's take a sip
And bow our heads

A robe of many colors
Kept you warm.when
You were sick.
You didn't have to tell.us
But quietly put it on.
Trying to hide the pain
Trying to make us laugh
When you hurt so bad.
I liked when you wore your
Jeans and.shirt
Knowing you.felt well.
Now you are gone
And I wear your love
In.my heart

I let go and fall, fall, fall — ever so deep —
Into the cracks between your pieces
They’re the only way to your heart.
Let me swim through the crevices
Like a diver in the mines.

Ive struck gold.

@sheherazad.poetry

The little bird no longer flies
she sits and mourns her broken wings
her tattered feathers, faded now
will never feel the breath of spring.

She sings now for the life she lost
a silent sweet lament
such sad refrain, if heard aloud
would break the hearts of men

The little bird falls quiet now,
Her end is drawing near
and not a single soul will know
that she was ever here.

All alone and feeling free
nothing here to bother me,
blue as far as I can see
being all that I can be.

Walking barefoot on the ground,
not another soul around
a sense of peace is to be found
when the joys of Spring abound!

In this quiet place I sit,
all alone, yet never quite,
to watch the twilight bleed the day
and bring the bounty of the night.

He comes to me as evening wakes,
His silent solace ever true
bewitched I fall into his eyes
and there I feel my soul renew.

I saw you today
for the first time in an age.
Troubles drifted off with the long summer breeze
and swept your hair from your understanding eyes.

I heard you today
and all the bells and birds
rose in symphony at your laugh
as the sun envied the brightness of your smile.

If we dwell on this mountain of
on going, scary daily breaking
news events we will be herded
like animals over an emotional
cliff, plunging down an abyss of
fear and extraneously induced
confusion into a dire collective
chasm of moral and physical
depression, perhaps as damaging
as the world wide plague itself.

Becoming a global population
infected with PTSD, wounded
casualties in the war of COVID-19.

When I fell into depression
It felt as if I was being dragged
By a stone tied to my feet
Into an endless ocean
I guess I never learned to swim
Everyone got far ahead of me
At least I learned to float
To stay alive

tumble ****, dead cactus
a dry sour watercourse
lost and bitter in the desert.