The words fell onto the pageBegrudginglyPainfully.Slowly.Like a thick, heavy honeyThat reluctantly falls off the combPromising sweetnessBut releasing itEver so slowly.I was tired.But I knewThat once the ink began to flowInspiration would not be far behind.Writing deserves our best hoursBut if all we haveAre the dying moments of the day,Even then the pen will not disappoint-It […]Read more "Too tired to write"
But I can tell from your sentencesThat you are not hearing me.It seems that you think my silenceMeans agreement.You haven’t noticedThat I checked out long ago.You didn’t even ask meHow I’m doingYou didn’t hear me sighOr maybe you didBut chose to keep it moving,You had your own news to share after all.But I am human […]Read more "I hear you"
We don’t always know what we wantAnd rather than figure ourselves outWe’d rather just keep reaching for more.We ingratiate ourselves with foodBecause we feel emptyYet its a different bellyThat’s needing to be filled.We feel like we’re drowning soWe rope people into our livesUsing them as rafts to keep ourselves afloatFailing to seeThat they are drowning […]Read more "Surrounded by water but dying of thirst"
In some ways 2021Is harder than 2020.Its not the heavy downpour,But the slow, unrelenting dripThat wears us down in the end.Life before the pandemicSeems increasingly distantAnd much simpler in a sad wayBecause it didn’t feelThat way at the time.And it seems unclearIf this generationWill be bound to always have An impending sense of doomLooking over […]Read more "‘Are we there yet?’"
Sometimes the edgesAre where we feel most comfortableThe unvarnished corners of the roomWhere its easy to hideEasy to get used to pretencePerformanceClaiming to be at peaceWhen we’re really just tired of fightingLike those drained out nightsWhen you pass out on the sofaKnowing you should get up and go to bedYet the painful akwardness ofBeing in […]Read more "Comfortable?"