The year 2020 was the year
grief wrapped itself around our bones
and tightened its grip
as thousands of spirits were ripped from flesh
and hurled into the night sky

The year 2020 was also the year
the cup of injustice overflowed
with rage embracing bitterness
while history demanded
closer scrutiny

The year 2020 will be remembered as
the beginning
the end
the turning point
the arrow that pierced
hope reborn
beauty for ashes
and not simply
as the year of fires and screams

A tree stares in disbelief at
an axe with an unsharpened edge
Unsure if its fate is to be beaten rather than
chopped to death
before giving birth to tables and chairs
A pavement recoils in disgust
that weeds and not roses sprout from its crevices
Indignant at the unfairness of it all
Even the pictures painted
by words scrawled on anguished walls
seem to have something to say
While I’m lost in thought
on a park bench
trying to make sense
of masked
lockdown/murdering/rioting days

Im waiting for nothing, so it seems
A soul with so much opportunity
They caught my heart, I might actually die
But for some reason I can't bring myself to cry
Romance is limited
Electronic walls
Very few hellos to answer my calls
Its tearing me to shreds, but you can't see
The hope in my eyes for one opportunity
"I would do anything for you", I'd mentally yell
You write me off, that much I can tell
Are you asking for more or shrugging me off
You act so sweet, but then you scoff
Mixed signals indeed, so painful to say
Why does it always seem to turn out this way
We share a bed, but never share our thoughts
It's either "We're doing this", or "I almost forgot"
What am I doing here? What's there to see?
An endless hope of opportunity?
I'll keep on waiting, because I love you so
I could say it again, but you already know.
Im waiting for nothing, but I'll never let go...

Writing was a walk
In the park
As the dew kissed
My numb feet.
I slid easily and
Words flew from my
Heart to paper
Like a broken dam.
But here i am
Unable to gup
A word just because
You said *HI

Explore my labyrinthian corridors,
From the walls to the hallways, to the unkempt floors.

'Tis in my mind I finally realize,
I have not the time to explore each and every door,

Precious, singular thoughts,
Expectedly drowning,
but in due course,
We are lost at sea in an ocean devoid,

emptied by the mindless wars.

Bucket list dog-eared
Worn on the edges
And my youth
A scribble
Dancing and twirling around
Wild loops bounding
Off the page
And I sat there
Reading each demand
I had laid out for my future
And now were only questions
Open ended and I had no answers
And this ignorance
Perplexed me
For I once could react
And now I knew I never had the answers
So with a new sheet of paper
I scribbled out my truth
And tried to find my journey
Between the lines

My eyes sting
From searching for answers
My head aches
From the noise of my thoughts
A torturous dripping-tap of anxiety
Thought after thought
Overlapping
Like the piles of papers surrounding me
Fact, fiction, dates, past, future
The absence of now
All ******* up
Into a weighty ball of
Stuff
Rolling around
With no direction
It makes
No sense