in the winter chill

in the winter chill

the people walk

sometimes quiet

sometimes they talk

and as the sun

shines on their soul

it fills them up

keeping them

whole

 

holidaze

feeling sad

i know the reason

it is because of

the holiday season

cant escape thoughts

of how i went wrong

and this season

feels so long

isolated blue

feeling chagrin

all the holiday plans

i wont be included in

what is lacking

empty space

tears are gathering

on my face

this is supposed to be

a time of good cheer

doesnt feel like that

around here

 

how i wish

that i could write

maybe tomorrow

not tonight

hoping for

ideas to pour

and reopen my

poetic door

a lert

here sit i

and wonder why

when the rest of the

world is wrapped in

sleep

i am mired in

thoughts so

deep

 

my poetic muse

has taken a rest

life has put her

to the test

but i have not lost

my proclivity

for joyful

creativity

clarity

there is not much disparity

between hysteria

and clarity

when the one has run

its course

from its depth

a positive force

emerges strong

and sound

and you will

come around

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

rain

rain wash away my sorrows

drown inside my tears

bring a new tomorrow

cleanse me of my fears

hide inside the darkness

deep where noone peers

muted cries so softly

so loud that noone hears

rain come down upon me

warm or cold and still

your water i will borrow

till my emptied heart

you fill