Tsunami

Your love,I’m not sure if it exists.If it does though,It’s akin to the wavesCrashing on the sand. Repeating,Rhythmic,You never truly quench the thirst,Never really leave me dry either.Never can the sand say ‘you’re mine.’Never can I truly let go. Who knows,Maybe the shore is waiting,Maybe I am waiting, longing;For something to change in you.Something to …

The next sunrise.

Exasperated voices groan in agony,From withing cracked hollow walls.Once they used to scream vehemently, And they were hushed behind doors.Once they used to fight with fervorAnd were crushed by fateful blows. Their groans reverb in corridors today,Empty, save for the fetid forlorn air.Only questions remain, despondent,As the bleak night becomes bleaker yet."Does this anguish not …

The Guardian Angel

Maybe I'm drunk, walking tipsy,On a dark, city street.Maybe the rain is pouring,Blinding me as it creates puddles,A whole new world beneath my feet. And maybe I'm trying to crossAn intersection somewhereThe traffic busy, countdown runningTelling me, it's your only chance. And maybe I'm scaredTo cross over to the other side aloneWishing, just wishing for …

Fire has such an appeal.

Fire has such an appeal. When you turn off the lamp,And look at the fireplace,The flames wafting,Licking,Twisting,Among the logs. When you close your eyes,And hear the moisture,That hisses,Pops,Cracks,As it boils to the surface. And then you notice the smell,Citrusy Pine,Sweet hickory,Mixing and making love.The warmth engulfing everything,Including you. Fire has such an appeal.Even as it …