Chest aches
heart breaks
mind roils
soul boils
with need
mistaken as greed
for I no longer know
what I’d burn for
after years
of being dimmed
by candle dampers
*
It hurts
I hurt
no matter
how hard I work,
how loud I play music
or hard I run
my chest still hurts
from the chip
in my lungs.
*
*
Passion
is what makes
you cry
when you otherwise
feel nothing
at all
*
Today he is a sigh
that escapes lips
in small moments
I’m not paying attention.
He is a small smile
in the car
as I drive
back to rehearsal
to unleash the hidden
emotions
bursting
from my soul.
*
Please
forgive
my outburst
for I am
used to explain,
prove
and shout
my love
to people
lost in their
own
atmosphere.
*
I dream of
mountains,
elongated days
and nights
where I dance
barefoot
in choral bells
and
snow.
*
I regret saying something
because I want to live
in the fantasy
that we could be.
Instead, I have thrust
myself into sunlight
and cast out demons
to burn.
*
It’s finally at the point
where the visage is fading
but there remains that glimmer
of your knowing eyes in my periphery,
and a coquettish
smile
that still
makes my heart stutter.
*