The gift of thought

Cascading thru the

Dream

Sends me like a diamond

Thru the Heart

I pinch the nerve of

Impulse

I am Captive 2 the

Moon

scores of the Yellow

Bridge

Make marks on the wall

(2/22/15)

I have cluttered spaces

In every corner of my mind

Filled with memories,

Faces, and places.

Constant reminders of the past

Things that could’ve been,

Never should’ve been,

Things that will never be.

It weighs on my shoulders.

It doesn’t let me sleep.

(1/25/15)

The deepest reflections

Turn into the darkest days,

A fool starving for affection

Insecurities put on display.

Drowning in the constant agony

And left struggling for air,

Coming to terms with the hopeless reality

That no one really cares.