Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Dawn-

I'm not sure what is darker; the night on which you left us, or the shadow that took your place. Emptiness stalks me like a vulture, getting high on my distress as it waits for me to collapse. I see less of the sun these days, though I anticipate its illuminating warmth. It is not that I see the sun less frequently, but rather with less comfort and reassurance than it once brought me; it shines a duller shade of light. All is darker where the sun dawns over sorrow. 

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Shedding-

Young but aging, I waste away in my skin. With thinning hair and two black eyes, I watch the world. You can find me decomposing as I sit with my face pressed against the window pane; wondering if the grass is truly greener beyond this shield of glass. I clutch my soul in my left hand and my heart in my right. I swallow my soul and purge my pride; Sometimes, relief is worth the price you pay. I have the world at my fingertips but dreams in my mind. Forsaken by life itself, I close my eyes and build a mental empire of my own; I choose to live in a reality in which I am in control. I choose to imagine.