pain written
in lines
upon the face,
brought to life
with the lash
of a word,
know the stinging tongue
is not meant for you,
its cause unknown
to those without -
we are not the only ones
haunted by demons -
though we might offer respite,
we have our own burdens to bear
we walk alone together,
each carrying our own experience
of the world's hurts,
this is the relief
we have to offer
Tag: living
Playing the Victim
in these darker days
too often have I looked inside,
finding the wounds
of impersonal slights,
I have drawn the hurt
upon myself -
welcoming it with open arms,
wallowing in its pain -
to what end,
who am I
to interpret the world,
turning it into a burden
I feel
I alone
must carry,
I am not
the axis
upon which
the world turns
Silent Spaces
where are the silent spaces
I can lose myself within;
our world has been designed
to fit in our pockets,
traveling to the remotest locales,
how do we truly disconnect;
I find myself afflicted
with this diseased need
for attachment,
I can feel it eating away
at who I want to be -
I struggle to find silence,
I can't find Nature,
I'm losing sight
of me