Poems

I want—

All the World

Trapped in an endless cycle Caught between the need to mournand the external requirement of self-imposed stoicism Sentiments are suppressed in momentsNever to see the light of daynor the loneliness of darknessa bottomless pit of sorrow wells upForever filling but destined to never brimPain banked away, compounded for future injuryMuch like the structural integrityof the aged levy against a hurricaneOne day, this too, shall fail and break

I cannot hope to give you hope

I do not know Rest. . . anymore there is no Recoverythere is no Repose

a crow perched upon my windowsill

Anarchy is the promise of Paradise

A waxing moon

todos tenemos el derecho

Before consent

The coming storm