because I don't want to think - tired of asking why - I pour another glass, knowing how poor I'll be for the effort, still I seek what I've missed in the liquid bottom of the glass; life is fluid, so I feel nothing - the desired effect - I am empty; no hurt no love simply, I am, but I don't want to think.
Month: January 2020
Stormy Eyes II
do the storms in your eyes wreck havoc like nature whose fury splinters those who venture against the rocks of life? is disaster imminent in those swirling, muddy pools or can one rise on the flecks of green and gold, hope dotting the surface? what will dry the rainy tears that constipate your chin uncried, capture the demons battering the shores of your mind; let you release what you hide in those stormy eyes? what will calm your raging seas, what hand may reach into your depths and bring forth the brilliant light of your smile again?