You Must Go

I stand
at the center
of the earth
knowing that I must
be stuck in your curse
for I can't see
what has disappeared
or what will reappear
nor can my thoughts
of you become clear
but I can conclude
that I know
you must go.

The Other Side

Hand on the
cold glass
I can see
myself on
the other side
lauging,
smiling,
living,
while I cry
on the other side
desperately needing
the other side
but the glass
does not bend
nor break
against my repeated
beats,
kicks,
screams,
as I continue
to watch
myself on
the other side
laughing,
always laughing,
always happy,
while I fall
on the other side
crying against the glass
that will never bend
nor break
but always
stand between me
tormenting the screams
as I beat
the glass
holding me
between two worlds
cold against
my plams
as I desperately
try to get
to the other side.

#28daysofwriting  poem 4
The picture is from a shared site.

We Can Not

We can not
give it up
no matter
how much
we falter
we can not
give it up
for it will
again breathe
as we will
again inhale.

#28daysofwriting day 28 poem 3

It Can Not Be

It can not be
what I want
it to be
nor will it
ever be free
to take form
on it's own
being able
to see
to again roam
into a being
of complete sanity.

#28daysofwriting day 28 poem 2

Waiting for Warmth

I have again
found my moon
in the cold
waiting for
the warmth
that is you.


#28daysofwriting day 28 poem 1

Under the Light

The light
is calling me
to the window
as I peek
into the night,
hand pressed
to the cold glass
feeling the need
to call
pulling me out,
out of sleep
out of dreams
to the glass
under the light
holding me there
under the moon
under the light,
the need
holds me. 

#28daysofwriting day 27

Lips

Lips soft
are red
with wine
as they continue
to drink
until they
no longer crave
the need
drinking until the
last sip
in the cup
stains the lips
while the tongue
licks it off. 

#28daysofwriting day 26