zpotter

Lost Thoughts

these words
echo down an empty hallway
full of people straining
under the burden of their own existence,
their ears attuned only
to that which gives them release
from their chosen strain,
their capacity reached,
these words fall victim
to the din of being,
floating on the air
as dust in a storm

Exposed

I was ripped open by Life,
a deft hand
cut straight to the core;
I watched the blade sink deep;
only once it touched my soul
did I understand:
I had always been exposed

High Winds

the wind howls without
haunting the days
as it did the darkest nights of lore;
trees bend to its whims,
the house creaks its dismay - 
it has never been tested like this before -
while inside we are warm,

but for how long;
when will the storm without
begin to rage within;
in our depths we know:
we've caused this -
we have changed the world;
what happens when the guilt
can no longer be held within