Posted in Poetry

No Good Deed

Hand

Callused by logic
Confined by youth
Ignorance for fun
Pain to soothe.
No lack of hope
Just wrong and right
Deaf to No
Up for a fight.
Alone with silence
A past staying awake…
Good deeds punished
While watching you break.

Posted in Poetry

Changes


A stranger

In walls once like a home…

Colors have changed

People too.

Barely a resemblance 

Or a nod of know-

Just life moving forward 

While being the last to let go.

Friendly smiles…

As stress wears thin-

And after so many years

Where does New begin?

While the past grows dark

A future shines bright-

And the few must find the difference 

To wrong making it right.