There are
Scars
On her
Heart
But she longs for the
Stars
That seem too
Far

It's always right about now
That all the suitors leave
They stand in a line
With advertisements of
"Eternal love"
And
"I think you're beautiful"
But they all leave
After the beauty
Showed them the beast

Poetry is the passion to my life
Work is just a side gig
To keep the mechanics going

The tick of the clock
And the thump of the heart
And the chirp of the bird
And the clap of the hand
And the breath of the lungs
And all the things that make me feel
Wrapped up in five senses

(Read from top to bottom and vice versa ~ a reverse poem)

It's the End
I don't know what to think
The unknown fears that lie
Beyond that chasm
I jump
To something more hopeful
Something worth living for
The Middle
The great bridge
I enter
Upon a grove of trees
With light glittering through the leaves
It's serene
Beautiful
Here in these strange woods
I have found
The Beginning