Maybe it was the glimmer of something gentle Coming into view that pushed me to my knees Imagining the touch of a kitten's paw on my cheek No rosary falling to the floor Dust collecting beads hanging from my bedpost ...shifting gears from sensation to visual Or maybe the sighting of a shooting star that …
Tag: depression
Lovelorn
It’s quiet, 5-something-AM silence is like a golden charm worn resting reverie, proudly by the lost and lovelorn And I’ve never known that side of the calm; always standing feet planted reluctantly within the eye of the storm Eventually the sun will rise, shining a brilliant spotlight on all the hidden truths and lies; And …
Bitter Pill
I float inches above the ground and when I begin to touch down I feel scattered Earth and flesh abound my survival is circumstantial And I weep at the thought of landing - soft place irrelevant A need to tangle outside the fray is a bitter pill A battle from day to day. ©2019 TrilbyYates
Done
Time cruises around like a hotshot in a sports car Top down, wind blowing; head shaking moments Fingers tapping the steering wheel to a song not yet written Unburdened freedom is better than a first kiss; well, almost Or that last look waving goodbye summers end drift Time is an orphan, belonging to no one; …
Spitting Into The Wind
You skipped through this life; (Left a bit early for my taste or mental health wellness care in the aftermath has been lacking) Like a kid playing hopscotch Colored chalk; dust of Angels Or double dutch jumping rope; sincopada And as usual I'm distracted Flipping a coin, making a wish Heads tails, winners and losers …
Earth Bound
A cool fall night sleepy winds blow, It’s not official but so close I can hear you breathing The dreams come, tender moments, your face, your touch And a sudden shift like a rug yanked out from under my feet Our life; you, you, you The shift, disarray; mix of fear and loss Pieces shattered, …
I Am No One
I am no one in the aftermath Of mayhem and heartbreak Within the finality of death I hide within my wounds I hide in my dysfunction My sense of loss and wonder Knowing full well I’m a corpse The remains of heavenly love I am the end result of a tragedy - never acknowledged And …
Panama Sunrise
My love of sea and sail vast sky ocean wide Yet I fear a full moon cycle tide high rise Tide falls low sand bar run aground Claustrophobic angst contradicts the obvious Looking out beyond the beyond no land insight And I feel small minuscule the context of the endlessness that is before me I …
Wounded
Black and white Polaroid Cracked and yellowed hazy soft Almost saintly images float A past that reflects tunnel vision Hells gate only hope for salvation Only hope for a warm way out A stepping off cutting it short train track Silver bullet high dive from New York’s most revered Deep and dark the pain of …
Trilby Yates 