Roast fest
Burning bricks
And fire bombs

Niceness
Been kicked out
Pissed off in the house
__
I’m like
A strange bird
Caught in the wind

Sadness
Feels like crap
In this sunken place

Joyless
Is as a
withered dead rose

Spiritless
Have no zeal
Under dark clouds
—-
The sunsets
And it rises
Both are beautiful

Storms rage
Hides the sun
Nature just waits

Roses
Strives and grows
Strong among thorns

Ajar
doors and lives
of innocents

Litter
soft and dear
strewn by monster

Revenge
is certain
but will not heal

Our love
Like winter’s
Dead twiggy trees

Two ships
In the night
Missed each other

The search
For our love
Halted long ago

I’m bored
Life suck
Stuck in this house

I Write
I Create
I Watch YouTube

I Feel
Powerless
Trapped this cage
—-
This room
These four walls
Like a prison

Gotta
Find a park
To nature walk

Swan Lake
I need you
And your life force
—-
Hump day
Will it end
I Feel insane

Nature
I Got to go
And reconnect

My Car down
Somebody
come get me
—-
This house
It drives me
Straight up the wall

Winter
opens her
darkest closet

Silence
awakens
intimate sighs

Stirring
wailing storms
lulling within

No scars
the past gone
you cannot see

when dark
quivering
so pitifully

I learn
what it was
that made me be me

The first version-
No outward
damage can be seen
the past,
therefore can not have been.

Still in the dark I sometimes see
the things that made me truly me.

Ink blots
of deep red
on sandy ground

Thunder
in clear sky
without lightning

Brave men
no return
tears shed at night

Tick talks
of father time
is menacing

Intrudes
silence of
my solitude

Wrecking
wakeful sleep
like a witch hunt

Dancing
Red roses
Through blue violets

Yellow
White tulips
Sway in the wind

Lovers
Holding hands
The setting sun.