my best poems

are borne from pain

nested in my grief

again

words flow torrents

tears nonending

rhymes and meter

so heart rending

the little girl sat on the stoop

crying as her eyelids droop

no sleep in sight

another restless night

tired from losing

tired from the fight

tired of being tired

feeling very wired

 

i dont know why

i bother to try

all it does is

make me cry

disillusion coupled

with deceit

add this to my

souls defeat

i think i should just

close the door

not let in heartache

anymore

your arms around me

my eyes close

your warmth and spirit

as i doze

embraced, protected

safe from fear

as we sleep

so very near

 

 

 

 

still being tested

i sit, unrested

although some demons

 i have bested

seezones

we've been through the spring

through summer and fall

but will we be there

to hear winters call

the leaves that had once

danced in our path

will soon be covered

with a dark icy wrath

will our feet keep their motion

their rhythm and grip

or will we lose our balance

on the ice will we slip?

 

i sleep in hope

as i hear you breathe

that your heart is true

you will not deceive

as we awaken

eyes tired yet free

problems we have shaken

but what shall be?

as you respire

what thoughts transpire?

our hands held tight

to warm the night