Heavy
life is a heavy (wasted thing)
this year, no different—(i am
sludge,
the rotting bed

if only—)
can i just—pretend
i don’t exist?

The only thing one tends to see
Is the person I don't want to be
Silly me
Obviously
The fruit has spoiled on this tree
Despite me
Or in spite of me
I keep coming back but leave empty
Mostly disappointment only
Ignoring the warning from the Canary
I can't stand steady
Amongst a broken levee
I don't have the energy
To be angry
Or for that matter, happy
Both weigh far too heavy
Forced to take a knee
Taken from me
Is the thought of ever being free
Of me
Not even a possible maybe
My full name and bio in permanent ink on generic stationary
There's no further in front of me
That's what's really scary
Trust me

©2024

Shadows of the light and solace by early demons
Veins cutting through leaves as the flowers shrink and bleed
Time ticking backwards as the future reveals itself
Past, making it's grand entrance in our minds when the present feels overwhelming enough
Mind, whirling in monsters, as the heart's burdened by its own tissues.

Désolé mon amour,  
My heart is heavy with regret,  
For the words left unsaid,  
And the love I didn't show.  

I wish I could turn back time,  
And hold you close once more,  
To tell you how much you mean to me,  
And how my love for you will forever endure.  

Désolé mon amour,  
For the pain I've caused,  
I promise to make it right,  
And cherish you without a pause.  

Désolé mon amour, 
I'm sorry