Trailing colors The light dances Just out of reach
1:1 “Why are you alone?” “They taught me I needed no one else.”
Exhaling towers of yellow haze like Smaug the Terrible, in my lonely solitude, I rocked to and fro on a shadowy slab of concrete, and let the sounds of the world wash over me.
Hooks to my teeth It pries open My mouth Chills rattle Down the base Of my skull To the marrow Of my sacrum
I cannot fathom letting go From the hold that I have made. I cannot let myself imagine What it is to fall. But when it takes every single bit, Every last drop of will, And when my bones ache, Skin rips, Nerves burn, Tendons scream . . . My grip loosens.
Remember (a poem) I remember, only to forget. Remember who I am. ~ I am Death, I am life. I am all, I am nothing. I am man, I am beast. I am divine, I am daemon. I am whole, I am broken. I am strength, I am weakness. I am wise, I am foolish. … Continue reading Remember (a poem, 2019)
The Daemon (a poem) A time ago I asked myself a question, knowing not where it led. See, I have lived my life a sinning man, I have learned that sinners can see through others, and sometimes see themselves staring back. Looking yourself in the eye, anywhere but in front a mirror, I call that … Continue reading The Daemon (a poem)
