protagonist…

protaganist

i’ve begun to think
there are quiet suicides
where there are no notes
had notes been left
we’d
have some explanation
and
these ghosts might abate
for 
the stories told
hold small fragments of our lives
though concealed from us
we so quickly blame
broken hearts as cause of death
though some may be
but
what reason to live
if all that one has cherished
willingly chose death

 

 

 

disquieted and distressed…

disquieted and distressed

honey
if
you want
to
get it right
in
the night
don’t go talking
’bout
what’s wrong 
in
the world
or
whose done
you wrong
at
some point
in
your life
or
who
you’re
gonna worry
’bout next
just
empty
that worry bin
and
see
and
touch
your lover