Sara L Russell*

Bright colours in a pool of crystal clarity
reflecting all the spectrum of our days
slip down into a quagmire of nonentity
with nothing left to sully or erase.

This cold disease that strips a man of human soul,
is worst of all the ravages of time;
behold those eyes, devoid of everything you stole,
yet blissfully unknowing of your crime.

This bright man, worn away to barest minimum,
this one-time writer and great raconteur,
this poet - will not travel to Byzantium;
his world is fading to a senseless blur.

It's
always
the ones
who've
done
the least
and
sacrificed
nothing,
who
always
seem
to have
the
most to
say.

My first mistake was letting the hands of an unfaithful man touch me in ways a faithful mans should’ve.

My second mistake was letting the unfaithful mans words take my broken heart and break it even more.

My third mistake was letting the unfaithful man convince me to think being ignored is okay and to expect everyday he’d call back,

But my last mistake was letting myself believe he would’ve stayed if i did everything he wanted me to.

I used to love you
When you were in your darkened mood
When you were down right depressed
Never giving the day a rest
Can't tell you how you blessed
When you were in your darkened mood

When you wrote of suicide
How it seemed to bring you life
Your written feelings brought me to tears
As you recounted your lost lonely years
Although I'm thankful that your still here
When you wrote of suicide

Now that you seem to have found someone
It appears your darkened days are all but gone
I'm wondering would it be that bad
If I secretly hope he treats you like crap
So the dark side of poetry can have you back
Before the day you found someone