POETRY

Stakes were high Like the neighing of a horse He wailed in his closet The decision was made hastily With no deliberation And had turn

I find myself drawing a line Maybe later than the required sooner Shining a light on the protruding shiver Blocking my sight from the bigger

It’s damp in here, The stench of decay and rust fills My nostrils, but I don’t know what reek is, It’s dark, I see nothing

They made war gracefully among us Humming softly of their dark revolt They rose towers and barracks in whispers Fell hundreds and thousands by whiskers

She could have been one with what the world gave Grown tall with every passing season brave Danced to the beautiful music of the passing

She Lay there Too hopeless to Pray, A Precise incisioned pain aiming directly for her left side of the Chest, Tearing across the Ribcage piercing

In the beginning there was one Then there was another And then came a multitude As our numbers grew Our humanity wavered The conscience slowly

Don’t ask what he had for supperAsk to share with himYou’ll know that meal is a forwarded textHe rarely cooks, but online to keep you

Hey, It’s okay to talk about it It’s okay to ask for help It’s okay to take time to heal Time to rebuild Time to

It was incessantly right there My greatest desire Before the stinging despair enshrouded It needed no effort to search Forwhy it was laid out in