Loss

One never gets over losing

a part of oneself

as memory of the loss fades

phantom pain lingers

in time, living with the pain

becomes a reminder of the worth

of what was lost

And not a cross to bear

April 17, 2020

Darkness

The divisions leak their artifice
leaving behind a curdle of rudeness
mankind's inhumanity
copiously on display
casting shadows of doubt and despair

And as the shadow lengthen
Darkness knows its time has come

Seeds

Spitting out the seeds
of pregnant memories
cleansing passion's palette
eluding the lassitude
that comes from dreams
I feel I'm swimming
across a river of mud
my future dripping
from the clouds