there is no other feeling
like stone-cold loneliness
a bundled-grasp of fingers
around that tender beatings
what bruised hearts do
more than pumping blood —
attempting a release
that grasp of desolation
upon life’s countryside
:: 04-15-2014 ::
there is no other feeling
like stone-cold loneliness
a bundled-grasp of fingers
around that tender beatings
what bruised hearts do
more than pumping blood —
attempting a release
that grasp of desolation
upon life’s countryside
:: 04-15-2014 ::
I TOUCH a moment
caress it’s skin
cold it be solemnly
Cast aside it is
for another time
this moment sadly
breathes a last breathe
It cries within
— so am I
::01-15-2014::