In the depths of you
This storm within me, serene to your view, The sea inside, a desert for you. This rage in me, fear for you,
In the quite corners of the mind, I remain the unsung, undefined. Not a poem adorned in rhymes, Nor a melody in timeless chimes. I’ll never be the eloquent prose,
In a sea of words, where I gasped… In silence, you left, no solace to… Tears fell freely, my soul torn apart, In prose I bled,
I want a big house with big glass windows touching the ceiling, flowing white curtains, rays cascading upon my skin, a room full of books to embrace me on solitary days. A big easel and...
Anger, a gift I hold dear, Recalling times it didn’t appear. To shield my softness, I now know… In its flames, strength does grow.
Where shall I find a place to cal… The present dwelling lacks that in… And where I once resided, familiarity has flown. A distant memory,
You’re like my poems, left undone, Plangent verses, 'neath the sun. I wish your love lingered, a bit m… Now I’m stranded on this desolate… How did you cling to the edges of…
