Spinning, out of control,
I can see the bottom
Gnarly hands dripping sinew
Grasping at my feet
Eager for me to join
Their twisted feast
Where hunger is not the mode
To satiate the emptiness
But a bitter thirst
To quench the infernal fires
That fed fuel to their burning desire
For me to join them in the abyss
Of loneliness built atop bones of pleasure
Piled up high with lost souls
Who were too weak to look up
And see the sky where birds fly
Or the trees and their lovely greens
A beautiful scene of all the things
Which will be left behind
If I continue to hide and not seek
The wonderful world beyond the drink

So, up I climb
Never to look back
Into the deep

Bad news is swallowed
With a grain of sour salt
Good news is absorbed
With a chalice of sweet honey.

We’re exhausted and disappointed
We’re out of words and stamina
Hope is put in parenthesis for now
And we feel that the future is very far.

Bad news is goggled and spat out
Our saliva is dehydrated and dry
Yet, like old soldiers, no sacrifice
Is too great to face the future.

Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.

what if i live out every dream i have? what if it's everything i hope for and then some? i hope i find majority of my wants in the same places i find what i needed.

of course i'm scared. of course i have an ample amount of fears. but i will have to face them all someday. no one can live in a nightmare just as much as they can survive a dream.

When I gaze into the mirror,
I see no reflection,
When they take my picture,
There is no image to capture,
It feels as though I do not exist,
No connection between my body and soul,
When silver strikes, I still feel it,
Yet I do not claim it as my own,
I yearn for a body that captures my essence,
One day,
I will confront the shadows that haunt my soul

In the absence of your radiant glow, 
The world has grown dim and muted, 
Once vibrant, now draped in shadows, 
The flowers that bloomed now wilt and wither, 
Their beauty fading in the stillness. 
The warmth and comfort you once offered 
Are now a distant echo, 
Like whispers fading into the void. 
Darkness creeps, a subtle tide, 
The stars flicker, their brilliance dimmed, 
In their place, a hollow remains. 
Has your light been swallowed whole? 
Yet I cradle the ember of hope, 
A flicker in the heart of desolation, 
Stars begin to twinkle, a celestial gleam, 
Their light, a reflection of your shining soul. 
Your spirit ignites within me, 
My sunshine