He used to bring her flowers
When her youth was in full bloom
She was ravished with fragrant colors
In her dewy faced afternoon
He used to bring her flowers
But as rose-petal girlhood began to atrophy
The flowers stopped arriving
The flowers vanished and so did he

I feel like an Audrey
In a world full of Marilyns

One can’t help but notice the staggering amount of people
Going broke,
To prove to other broke people,
That they aren’t broke.

Just leave me alone to slowly die.
It’s what you’ve been doing all along anyway.

Behind the veil of gauzy show
Gaze into the eyes that house the soul
Behind the masks we all wear
Inside the pain we all bear
There is a common thread
Woven through us all
Behind our facades
And our socially acceptable wall
We are all in need of something
Something greater than us
We all have holes
That need to be filled up
We all share wounded innocence
Behind our outward features
So be kind always
To your fellow broken creatures

I roll out of bed
And my bones all crack
A throbbing head
And quite a sore back
Ah yes, they say
“Age is gold.”
But from what I see these days,
It’s hard getting old.

Time is so fleeting.
And life is so short.
I regret how much time I’ve spent
Being selfish.
I regret how much time I’ve wasted
Nursing animosity.