Then I looked again at all the acts of oppression which were being done under the sun.
And behold I saw the tears of the oppressed and that they had no one to comfort them; and on the side of their oppressors was power, but they had no one to comfort them.
So I congratulated the dead who are already dead more than the living who are still living.
But better off than both of them is the one who has never existed, who has never seen the evil activity that is done under the sun.

a cool crisp airwave
deep exhale in the moonlight
darkness overtakes

i guess you're not coming back
whether by your choice or
circumstances you can't change
i don't know.
i know i miss you
& it doesn't matter how many
**** poems i write
you never leave my heart
the hurt is still lingering
like a wine after emptying the glass.

i just want you back
you're on my mind everyday
i don't think i realized how
much i was in love with you.
i promise you weren't taken for granted
but nothing could prepare me
for losing you.
it was random, right out
of left field, no warning.
& i have to keep telling myself
to go another day
without you
in my life
& that
hurts