Wednesday, September 28, 2016


Overwhelmed by the
Terrifying potential,
Hope tramples my fear

Sunday, September 25, 2016

No troubadour

Photographs and memories
Things I look upon to see
How damaged I've become
But will I always be?

Friday, September 9, 2016

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.