withering

and sit
i here
at rivers edge
listlessly staring
barely caring
never
aware of sorrows
glaring
while lifelong
dreams
and joys
rush past
like broken
toys
useless noise
drifting
on currents
unseen
waiting i for
glories untold
and endless
so it seems
till finally
it unfolds
and
i am
old

regret

purple night
wandering amid
the amber light
sitting in the dead
man's chair
soft silky hair
abiding in a life
of wicked strife
terrified

running hiding
someone will see

a perverse stillness

wafting over me.

treasures of light

lost to the night

memories fleeting

despair now greeting

a hapless waif
gingerly seeking
the loving hands
that give no more
strictly speaking
loves dead whore

Aberration

muffled screams
and baby dreams
happy children
running playing
never knowing
what they're saying

flashing smiles
bright green eyes

another way
to hide the lies
loneliness
across the miles
mother father
holding hands
destroying
timeless bands
emptiness and desolation
settling fear amid
desperation
love and joy
a cruel decoy
morph into
an abyssal
aberration