POETRY
Express the mess to release the stress! Writing to, from, and about the parts within.
Running
I’ve been running
For so long
That I’ve forgotten
What scared me
In the first place
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Lost To Time
Anguish dissipates
At the sight
Of my young son’s smile
Despite knowing
That he too
Will be forgotten
Lost to time
Almost as soon as I am
Yet here and now
There is joy
A small light
Illuminating the crushing darkness
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
If I Were
If I were
To let go of my pain
Who would mourn
The future
I was never able
To have?
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
Forgotten
Eventually
The day will come
When
You are thought of
For the last time
When
All evidence
Of your existence
Has vanished
When
Even your descendants
Have forgotten
Your name
When
Every atom
Of your body
Has been recycled
Then
All that will persist
Of you
Will be the subtle impact
Of your brief touch
Upon the collective consciousness
Of humanity
Eventually
The day will come
When
You are thought of
For the last time
When
All evidence
Of your existence
Has vanished
When
Even your descendants
Have forgotten
Your name
When
Every atom
Of your body
Has been recycled
Then
All that will persist
Of you
Will be the subtle impact
Of your brief touch
Upon the collective consciousness
Of humanity
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken