Weary, Wistful Thought

Where have you gone, brother?

Everyday you cared for me

Directed me.

I cannot empathize with my sickly mother.

Poor me, without a heart

Without a reason to sing

And bow and dance and laugh

My daily motives set athwart

I die alone —

But, I don’t care

I really do not care.

Wait…a thought!

She beams into my mind

Her curls like silk

Her curves like handles

Her like everything I could ever ask for in a woman.

She has become my life and my life has become her.

I panic in danger



God find me

I’m lost!


Am I?

Who Am


What Am


Nothing but a twisted beast of himself to abuse his deepest, lying care.