peace:where to find
Chirping birds no longer sweet
The swirling fields are no treat
Calmness: an elusive dream
Tranquility, where to find
Warm love no longer at hand
An elephant foot on my heart
Peace:you left me alone
In a world with no safe
Why you left me?
Nature have no colour on
What have you done to me?
I look around
In search of you
But darkness has prevailed all
Peace:where to find you?

This is to say
I have not eaten
Williams' plums
in the icebox

Nor have I seen
the stiff curl
of the wildcarrot leaf

Wordsworth's waters
on a starry night

Forgive me
for I do lack
what it means
to truly
write

Absence is a strange occurrence,
a shapeshifter manifesting
in the most trivial things.
A presence where there is none.
Something never entirely gone.

there are roses growing
from my hands
My doubt the seeds
Begging them to grow

There are roses climbing
up my arms
digging in my skin
but i am numb
to their thorns and beauty

There are roses growing
in my lungs
bloodied petals
filling my throat
and falling from my lips

Tears are sliding
down my cheeks
I've had enough
I am to weak