One day at a time, Foot ahead, foot on the footpath, Ahead, an ending, Will it be the one, One day, one foot, another time, Ahead, the end, Waiting for the foot to end, As time fades away, Laying in the grave, Foot steps ending, For the last time.
Category: grief
Look into My Mirror
Twisted disguise covers my muse, Is it pain, Or, that which amuse, Could it be broken glass, Shredding, cutting leaving the soul, In degraded pain? Looking past tattered soul, Among the mirrored looking glass, Which continues the window of pain, Showing trapped soul, An embodiment of young lad rolling in grass, Who is now a…
Mad Mother
Knows whats it is like for five minutes to be a father, Knows whats it is like to have child torn away, Knows whats it is like to live ten minutes away, Knows whats it is like not having visiting rights, Knows whats it is like watching offspring grow up far away, Knows whats it…
Bad News on the Horizon
Sitting on the chest, Bad news inside, Delivery on the horizon, Waiting on the clock to tick by, Seconds turn to days, While living in a mental health haze, Wondering, what the future holds, Symptoms attack while fumbling in the dark, What else to do, But wait, each day, a horrible wait.
Little Fubu
Her little arms and hands, Extend in my direction, Her smile widens, My eyes brighten, Little Fubu so sweet and mild, Her love I feel, Though I knew we must part, My heart eternally extended, To little Fubu, A daughter of my heart, Her orphan face, Her eyes I see in my dream, Her bite…
Sad
Sad heart stirs on open flame Cooking down sad daily pain Flares of sparks rise up in hope Extinguished by sad tears
Morning Coffee: #5
I miss my Grandmother dearly. We were never close; but, never too far apart to know we loved each other very much. Her phone calls were short, always to the point. She had strong values and a stronger love for family. She anchored many ships in our family and now I see them adrift as…
Morning Coffee: #4
Sipping coffee, listening to ‘Deep Cuts: A Perfect Circle – EP’ ~ Orestes (Demo) ~. What a perfect start to the morning. The pain still sits deep in my chest about my Grandmother’s passing; but, the sun shines around the darkest clouds. Bits of memories, cardinal birds, snowmen, winter holidays, and many table side dinners….
Morning Coffee: #3 Madre
Sitting quietly by my desk this morning I turned on some easy listening music. Slowly settling into the groove I slid out the construction paper and chalk. Casualy daydreaming about childhood memories of my Madre. I love her and often think of her sweet voice and smile. My beautiful Madre. Your tower was long ago…
Morning Coffee: #2
Goodmorning sunshine, what a wonderful day to smell coffee brewing. It’s cool outside, almost like having spring in Autumn. The only shade is my grandmother’s passing. My heart fills full of shards of glass, each a different emotion. Some pass easy, while others whittle away the flesh digging deeper until they hit bone. So, as…
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