Rumors and Hearsay

I saw it coming a mile away
But I didn't move For fear of death

Quietly, I stood
Waiting for the news to run me down
It came in a burst of blood...
And tears...

"You will always be the same
Try as you might
This mission is fruitless
These questions are null”

A rush of air hit my lungs
And then…
nothing
calm…
quiet…
nothing…

Untitled

I watched my self in the corner
As my soul sings lament

"I am a flower
Who’s roots drink deep
The waters of uncertainty

I think blacklisted thoughts
And dream impossible realities

I abuse privation
I disallow the lifeblood of being"

Sing, soul sing!
For it is a song of mourning