a tense disquiet covers me

it blinds, corrupting all i see

this inner churning restless bent

excess energy so misspent

i cannot curb nor run from this

no escape to silence, no numbing bliss

 

she found herself inside a hole

it was so dark, so very cold 

surrounded by voices

people talking

her isolation, sealed with caulking

she tried to clutch onto the sides

pull herself up

but she started to slide

and the next morning

when she awoke

her heart was parched

she started to choke

she was no longer within that abyss

but it brushed past her cheek

with an ominous kiss

he tries so hard to find a way

to make her feel secure each day

with his thoughts, his every action

the joy he gives, his satisfaction

his heart the place she can call home

so for this man, she writes this poem

 

he holds the little girl at night

to keep her calm

to quell her fright

and even if she cannot sleep

he holds her in his love so deep

another poem re: lifes short jaunts

angry words, those

endless taunts

old expressions from

inner  haunts

hunger ceaseless

unstated wants

the sun all around me

i am covered with rain

churning inside me

all this endless pain

no respite no sleeping

too tired for weeping

the sand on the beach

my only friend

grainy and true

until the end

the ocean is lapping

the beach with its wave

riptide internal

will noone save

either i am clowning

or  else i am drowning