...I Miss You

By LaBruyere in grief on

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…

Why the Hell

By LaBruyere in fixedform on

And why the hell unleashed through tiny gates When heaven is the destined end of us? Come, answer this: what justice comes too late To rescue sufferers? Why treat me thus? Alas, for though you doled out life from trees, We took bad fruit and unlocked doors to hell and…