It’s not real But desired.
Tag: Loss
Whispers
Soft whispers dance As though ears hear Or understand A place They tempt the earth Clearing the heart. . . To remind of life And cheers No empty dance on the floor Or childless playground Could exist Inside these whispers. Image by JusTee
Only
Only a fool Would miss the day Only a fool Would dismiss me this way... Only love Would keep me here Only love Would pass the fear Only you Would miss what is Only you Would leave it like this.
So Simple
Such spirit Whispering through the skies So Simple The connection between you and I So lost When I try to lead my own way Now focused In the presence to find a way More strong In an environment to make you weak Heartbroken Before the guidance we all seek. Consistent As history has always been …
Heartbreak
I was everything Then nothing All at once. I was wanted And rejected Within a matter of months. I was over Once started Wet forced dry… You came Then you left A relationship high. Without light No home Lost a path to take. The moon A savior Guiding heart to break.
Wounded Warrior
The toll takes its silence Solid base cracks Meaning spread with wind chimes A Breeze loses will. Victory chased Losses seem covered As the storm shelters pass The wounded hero.
Enigmatic
Someone unknown While having a name . . . Walking the mile Assigning guilt and shame. Performing a role Without knowing how it's done - Challenging the winner Before the game is won. Defending a stranger Offering means to succeed… Not knowing the problem But fulfilling the need. Hearing a voice Sensing a presence near …
Dear John
Dear John If that was your name… A burning desire… Will never be the same. No hiding the truth Or manipulating lies… Just the need to grieve From deep in my thighs. In-love with the memory- Burned by reality- And for a moment no hope- For something to save me. I was good at …
Saving Grace
Jon's daily walks brought peace on difficult days, and allowed him to have at least one healthy habit. Today his walk was different. Today the walk cemented a sadness inside - instead of providing solace from a hectic world. The loss of his angel was something there was no comfort for, and even his legs …
Fading Sanity
A faded memory now As she lives in my dreams But she is still alive and well And even had a night saving me. An angelic form she has Where the promising spirit lives Filled with hope and love More life to me she had to give. Alone in the gutter Where all my promise …
