“I’m so tired”, I whisper. As my head slouches low. Caged in my mind. Twisted and twined. As I try to let go.   Just do [this]. Or just do

She gave me the key to my heart. And unlocked a beautiful work of art.   She opened a path to my soul. And allowed me to share my words

I don’t pray for us to be friends. But I do pray for you, for healing within. Because I know there is sorrow. And I look forward to a restored

Your calloused heart. Imposed on me. A gift. Of pain, and agony.   Everyone hurts you. You attract the pain. You welcome the dark. Your mysterious game.   Isolated, from

I wonder what it really was as I abdicate! With your fallacious argument spawning transparent perplexity. Has grieving callused your bleeding heart? Or have bygone transgressions wounded you? It’s perfectly

I know you’d have me disappear. But that’s an option that won’t cohere. Believe me, I’ve tried it before. As I merely made it to the shore. For the ocean

It’s at nighttime when they’re sleeping. And my mind does all the thinking. About the little things I did. And all the foolish things I said.   It’s at nighttime

I know the pain is coming. It’s hiding in the night. The hurt will show no mercy. I’m sure to feel it’s plight.   At first I’ll try to run.

You met me at a time when I wasn’t me. So I don’t blame you for your decree. It’s just… I’m a person, much more than a flea. I’m not

Another soul with pain, in real life. Full of hardships, scars, and a lot of strife. But in my head you have been anointed. You run the show. You call the

I wept like a child. When I found out. That horses were bound. To a finite space. Given rules. But stripped of grace.   A shadow cast. A line not

Be other worldly. Bounce to the beat of your own drum. Be in the atmosphere. Know it’s going in. Be the bear that snags the salmon. Patiently. Bravely. Calmly. Hungry

Like a dying planet, my heart aches. Pounding, indescribably, words don’t exist. My intuition is rendered useless. And appears when my thoughts are, at present, committed. These clones pursue me.

In my head. This greatness is dead. It’s gone from me. How can that be? They’re 11, 9, and 7. But I’m in a place. Where they’ve all gone away.

If I can’t attack the night. With delightful fright. And you in sight. Then who am I but a mouse. In Laos. Running to my jungle house.   If I

I carried her pain like a sack of grain. A hand-off of sorts. Like in a football game.   I carried her pain like my favorite meal. Refusing to eat.

She stalked me telepathically. Over bedded tracks of leaves. She clutched my every being. As she reached out from a tree. Her stiff-arm paralyzed me. Like a barrier made of

In every ounce of pain. There’s an opportunity. To throw aboard the train. That which needs to leave you. Call it a cleansing. Call it release. But when that something

Broken, I see you Hurting, I feel you Always wanted to be you You are alive   Broken Broken Down   Never understood it But now I get it So

You’re not allowed to speak. Go on about your day. You sick freak! I’m gonna make you pay. Your forgiveness I seek. What did I say? As I let out

Caught in this snare of irritation and anguish. Mirages of freedom close in on me. Thirsty, I reach out to the catalyst of my every breathe. I crash back down

I’m stranded. In this desert of black. Where I can usually see, now I see nothing. All the emotions are dried up and cracked. A life full of pain shoots

I’m looking ahead I see so much I’m drowning in data I’m out of touch I’m floating above I’m watching myself You see my pain You’re quite confused You’re reaction