Wearied perspective; I’m not the
And fate could have it worse,
Yet I can’t cope,
And always knew
Consequence for un-ending hurt.

I remember everything you said,
I slept each night inside your bed
You claim I told you that I cared
Yet I wasn’t there
Because I’m not around,

Violent fluctuations of hope
Only temper torturous thoughts.
Inject a drug to replace you
For time cannot be fought.
What decides who’s deserved

Have you ever played a cameo,
Or held your breath for years?
Carried on streets, words, and son
A thousand miles never here
With you, but waiting to be living

For her without light,
Never a distraction to choose,
Heaven too will wait
For him with no fight,
It can come to the likes of you.

I lay adrift a mass of words
And bones & thread, they went unhe
For devotion’s fled my awful clasp
And never will return.
I begged my love; never for her lo

Over the river seas,
Through tallest pines,
At different speeds,
A thousand miles,
Imperfection’s will.

At this bus stop there is no sign
Of ever a person being here.
Verdant grass
In a midway bedraggled ditch
Slits the ribbon roads.

A paperback companion
Tumbles behind fingers
Like a cliff-top fall.
Breathless anxiety
Cannot succour

Mid-night in your garden,
With the futility of words,
Outside the place we swore,
I was doing so well
But I don’t dream anymore.

In a moment thoughts are spoken
With flippant retrospection,
In a moment enthused, impressed, c
Now forever in abandon.
Spoken, lived, even felt: in these

In the shadow of hope begs an unhe
Lost and abandoned, where we used
Please stay, please hear;
Pleasing all for you, as long as y
But your mind’s gone, you need a n

Autumn leaves in summer rain,
Waylaid promise surrenders in sham
And a hundred requitement’s lay ca
In accumulative nights holds a lon
Collecting the stones of her young

Send unto me your truths, and heed
Show grace and cast swete forgiven
Let me receive your demon’s; unwor
I will procure thy innocence to th
I acknowledge my faults; now willi

I will fail and fall short,
I will be who you want,
I wish you felt this hurt,
I wish I was who you want.
I can’t feel again.

‘Time is a healer’ : fools heed su
The reward of reason
Is the steadying balm,
Not of a childe
Seeking assurance

No weight, no strength,
No good, no wealth
Nor chances dealt,
No oath, no plan
Nor having felt

Melancholick black bile coagulates
Time, it kills; there is no killin
Alone a restless minde bleeds the
So too, alone, does innocence sour
Smiles without smiling; sleep with

All I see, softly glancing back a
Is all I need, all I ever wanted
Looking in your mirror, who I am
With clear hope, less the dread;
Deeper in your heart, I always wa

Hearts are made of but blood and v
He asks a no-longer-needed world;
Carried alone to bed, on mute and
Disappearing like fog; watching yo
Though this wound is deeper than w

And I let go of my cares,
Lost inside a lunar mare,
She was dying to belong
To me.
And now no one.

In our sadness,
When the world seems too trying
And compassion waits unfound,
Are we losing the feeling?
In our sadness I will sink, I wil

What could it take to stir a heart
How does resentment hold, where wa
Would pure desire and promise true
Gain love in spite of you?
Who hears your voice, do they rece