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

My heart felt relief But it was only a coup Many months ago What could I do? She sent me away to never return But made no sense as I

My mind is not here. Monkey business all the time. My emotions turn sad. I’m trapped in my mind. Is the pressure barometric? The shock feels electric. Or is it

When I saw her I paused Because I knew her I didn’t know her from the past The future is where we crossed paths The way the light attached to

The agony returned. Face down in the dirt. Someone hit repeat. On my track of hurt. Nowhere to be. No one cared. Nothing is left. Just memories and despair. I

It hit you like a sudden breeze. A tempest. Your heart was out there. Open. Exposed. You looked away but for a moment. Then realized it had wandered away. Your

You question your worth. But it cannot be measured. Not by a king, a queen, or even a jester. I don’t understand why you feel this pain. Comparing yourself to

I met her at a crash. And something struck me. It was more of a whisk than a bash. A connection was made. But sometimes the demons we cannot escape.

I walk along. Unsure of myself. Confident in the least. But look at her. She’s just like me. Yet she appears so powerful and complete. I could never be that.

Death drove by me on the road today. As she passed me by, she looked my way. The paint on the road all faded to grey. She looked back at

Go away she said. Away from me. Blocked! Unblocked. And Blocked again! It never feels good when its from a friend. It mirrors my childhood from back in the day.