Days

Silence of me

Knuckles bearing scars towards each side of my compass

Lost I am in this unforeseen wind

Nothing is visible

It makes me feel critical

Stained glass lights up a room of windows

Green and memory fights for me

Nose to nose with my dog

Blow to blow with my soul

Heart to heart with my brain

Anxiety rain pours on my thoughts

Conscious breaks of sanity to feel pain

Too much thought leads to my to self medication

Left without much to take hold of a new soul

This cycle is my end

Feeling pain left within memories contempt

I break out of unjust guilt

At ease with her

Love brings season’s fresh beginnings

First sight is all I needed

Clichéd but true

City lights blurry through my jaded outlook

Numb

Sounds of tears on wood floors

Fear of shared breath

Blind beauty

Disparity looking for miracles

Praying to a saint I find hilarious

Last days

New beginnings

Lingering loved

Empty spaces fill my thoughts

Cluttered process

Cutting out newspaper captions to match my mood

Smelling orchids while rubbing my eyes

I breathe the thoughts of all who parallel my existence

I look out tonight and think of my shadows past

Breath taking moments lead me to my present

In love

At ease

Deep breaths

Sweet sweats

Lavender ghosts

Hardly remembering my image I leave tangibility to its natural state of being

A hold on there throat makes it easy for this poem to end

I leave my thoughts to mend and my pen to blend…

I’ll destroy this poem after all is said and over

Fore it’s only my fleeting thoughts