Monday, May 23, 2016

Caveat

Was it me that broke us down
And dragged our future in the dust?
Was it me with all my faults
That could never win your trust?
Was it me so sad and blind
That I could not see us apart?
Was it me in all my hubris
Thinking I could hold your heart?

Thursday, May 5, 2016

Immolation


Who is the moth 
And who is the flame?
The wounded are walking
While loving in vain,
Am I the scorpion 
Or maybe the frog?
Failures still haunt me 
And I hold the flog,
I slip and I stumble
I cannot keep pace
In dreams I still carry
Some semblance of grace.

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

Circa

Finding you
Loving you
Losing you
Lamenting you