Again my unquiet mind asks

Is there anything

Here worth saving?

Off-script

Overwhelmed by the

Terrifying potential,

Hope tramples my fear

No troubadour

Photographs and memories

Things I look upon to see

How damaged I've become

But will I always be?

Phantom limb pain

The part of me that died

The glow behind your eyes

The warmth I used to feel

The worth I hoped was real

The love that burned within

This aching phantom limb.

Lost

So much to say,

My words still churn 

But there’s no way

To ease this burn

For you can’t know

About my pain

To see you clear

And feel the stain

Our history’s shade

And lover’s crime

I’d burn it down

To make you mine

Instead I pine

And deign to play

My lesson learned

I fade away.

prophetic

My silence offended

My words saddened

And my touch hurt

How else could it end

But with tears and pain?

Evermore

Some hurts do not heal

Some wounds never seal,

Some blood will not dry

Some loves refuse to die,

When we start we cannot know

When we fail then time will show.