The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

To finish your own life by hand,
May seem like the right thing to do.
But to free yourself from this land,
Is to imprison those that love you.

613 200 Hours
25 550 Days
13 Cars
11 Jobs
9 Dogs
6 Surgeries
5 Children
4 Grandchildren
3 Marriages
2 Siblings
1 Weary soul.
No regrets.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

can you say everything about love in ten words, poet?

ten words is all I need, on this our journey

as we travel into eternity can I hold your hand?

I perpetuated my feelings
In a book mark
Strewed with essence of
Ivy, affection and love
I kept my fondness for you
Everlasting in my book
On the page where
You left the character you were

when you miss someone
the happy memories
hurt the most