lately i’ve found myself making lists.
one for today, another for tomorrow, and yet another for someday when things get better but even that’s just a lie as everything around me collapses.
too many deaths, too many regrets
too many fights, too much bitterness all i can do is right the ship and hold on no room for weakness
but this heart is too soft, too kind
hopeful that things will get better and that people will return to kindness and maybe a little bit of understanding even as reality tells me it’s just a dream.
for there’ve been too many lies,
too much manipulation, so many threats to take in that all i can do is hope that my heart holds on and find strength within.
today’s not a good day
to write poems about love today’s just one of those days when i can’t find anything good to speak of
until i hear the sound of your voice
recognize that familiar laugh and feel the hint of a smile on my lips your words like fading ink on a photograph
suddenly i’m writing this down
reminding myself to never forget how your voice soothed the ache in my soul and quieted every regret
i’ll be happy again, don’t you worry
this deep sadness will eventually pass just keep talking to me, don’t ever stop even though we both know this will never last
it seems like the world’s on the cusp
of all things dark and cruel
where the lights are slowly going out
where suddenly, there are no rules
where hatred gets first billing
and greed comes a close second,
where kindness hides in the shadows
where no sanctuary can beckon
the maligned ones to come to –
for they’ll be among the first to go
along with the poor and the weak,
where to? I don’t yet know.
but for the hope that lies inside me,
I pray the light will go on,
I hope you’ll keep it alight
until the last of us is gone.
what’s the world coming to?
when did everything go so wrong,
where people are killing each other,
where it’s no longer enough to be strong?
what can we tell our children
of the world that we’ll leave behind?
where is the utopia we all dreamed of
when did we forget to be kind?
where is it safe to wander anymore,
when promenades have become killing grounds?
when did everything go so wrong,
where love is nowhere to be found?
Unpredictable — The Daily Post
There’s a storm in my heart
that rages whenever you’re gone,
wondering why you had to leave again,
what did I do wrong?
Did I ask too many questions
the last time you were here?
Did I not hear your instructions?
Weren’t you at all clear
that I’m supposed to be silent
when your storms howl deep inside,
when your demons come back for you,
and there’s no place to hide?
Storm — The Daily Post
What’s this world coming to?
What kind of world are we sending our children into?
When we kill indiscriminately, with no remorse, no hesitation
a life extinguished before the eyes of a nation
he was someone’s father, brother, friend, son;
only now, he’s forever gone
except for his final moments caught on film
Is there nothing left that’s good and worth believing in?
Darkness falls around me,
evil lurks wherever I tread
afraid to reach out, my hands frozen
in fear I wallow, I might as well be dead
What demons do I cower from?
What cherubs have I driven away?
How this putrid chill engulfing my soul
overwhelms the dawn of each new day.
Leading myself out of this darkness, I struggle
gathering threads of courage to face my fears
yet never have I been so lonely in my sorrows
drowning in an abyss of my own tears.