Free Verse
A million wordsThat had ragedUnder the crustOf a strange planetSought a ventTo pour outLike gushing water…
Reflecting on distant pain is one of many privileges.
And it came to me,Like a thief at twilight.
She wore all white
He favored her thenAnd when he’d take flightShe’d shorten her hemAnd become the whore…
I forgotwhat you forgotto be.
Time is stealing us,time is robbing us.
Trapped in my mind, crippled by sensesThe world so completely detachedAnd I within, walk differently alongWading through beauty and pain
the book of pain is a best seller,i keep a copy