I feel you as a wave of deepest pain And you and I crash forcefully on shores Of midnight islands; sometimes summer rain And other times the icy tide takes o’er. The heat pounds down in fire and boiling blood Touching mountains, towers, rivers full. The ice then hisses…
Where goes the pain that flows in rivers full Of anguish down the mountainside of flesh Carrying the crushed and broken hulls Of ships that sailed once between the breasts? The pain, the blackest soot of washed out fires Muddies rivers deep, so much flows out. Is the water black…
I took the hope you offered, clenched in fists Still dried with blood and tears and without trust. No matter how I walked, each step was risk Without the father I had reckoned just. Forward and still forward into night So irretrievably the past pressed in; My heart I'…
Will time perhaps begin to dull the edge Of sharpened pain, bled long into the night? The clock has stronger powers, some allege Than any form of salve or balm despite The tempting call of sleep or drink or ought Which promises to soothe the deepest pain. The arms of…
Life rolls steadily onward For the world outside While I am pinned beneath the waves Of sorrow and grief Emptiness and despair. They roll over me in a repeat of the same moment-- Mocking me as my body mocks me with the pangs of a labor that did not bring…