waiting room…

waiting room

do you know it
that
feeling of entering
a room
knowing there’s
something there
a heavy
invisible mist
something
primeval
that
you begin
to
fade into
your body
and
mind
seem
to become
transparent
your
train of thought
becomes
erratic
as you
try to define
what’s all around
that
you’re unable to see
as you scan
the room
and
focus on
the eyes of others
eyes
pale with anticipation
it seems
like
no one else
notices
that it’s present
the more
you fade
the clearer
it
becomes
it’s
death

some housekeeping…

some housekeeeping

ever wonder
why
happiness
eludes you
maybe there’s
too much
of
yesterday’s old garbage
strewn around your todays
bits of 
anger and fear
decaying
in the corners
of your mind
my advice
would be
to
take out the trash

fears…

fears...

what woke you
at
night
when you were
a child
still lingers
in
the darkness
haunting
the hours
before dawn
but
for
some poor souls
it lingers
throughout
the day
and though
these are
no more
than created ghosts
harmless apparitions
that
cannot touch
nor
be touched
their mere
presence
in the light of day
fosters
anxieties
spinning
the mind
like
a child playing
with
an old toy top
creating
a dark loneliness
an invisible veil
that conceals
the colors
of
the world
leaving only
shades
of gray
and
dark shadows
turning
each day
into
a child’s night

anatomy…

anatomy

what’s inside
a
tear
are there
secret
fears
all those things
we’ve
refused
to
admit are there
those
liquified
unspoken words
that
flow so easily
when we’re
tongue tied
or
the darkness hides
the unsaid
conversations
hidden
and
thus
permitting
our thoughts
to remain
a silent soliloquy
leaving only
a trace
of
chemical
components

 

 

existence becomes nothingness…

existence becomes nothingness

breaths become labor
eyes empty of joy’s last tears
fears with each heartbeat
the cloth of humanity
torn away by war has left
us all ignored naked beasts
lost in the darkness of life