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
Tag: faith
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 …
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 …
Sleepless In My Dreams
It's that late night can't sleep Walking through the graveyard push When darkness is more than a symptom Or an absence of light; aphotic zone And the sun rises in the east every fucking morning Like a dagger to my heart, silver bullet to my chest There are times when those magnificent golden rays A …
Heaven Waits For No One
There are surreal moments fireflies flash of light in the dark electrifying shiver no lingering wisp of air left cheek touch gently and pause no hushed words carried in the wind to lead the way moments that are blinding heart breaking breathtaking leaving me drenched in memories memories that have haunted and humored me for …
Dating Site Pause
Drop down distance 50 mile radius I remain geographically undesirable Age range is a throwback Reminiscent of my youth Always dated older men I’m sure Freud would have a field day Challenging whose fault I am But now I’ve tightened the circle Fear based sense of loss I couldn’t bear again Nothing is a sure …
Rewind
Cloth folds perfection in the creases piled high anxiety I breathe in - deep exhaling the pain out that chokes so much of what remains running through my veins even when I’m semi-comatose to the daily grind and flowers are tossed in the trash day two wilt don’t worry there will always be more tomorrow …
Leaning Into the Wind
Standing with arms out-stretched leaning into the wind my footing slips, eyes closed - images cascade just like a waterfall in slow motion, color burst; shades of blue one, two, three, four tumbling, tumbling; how can I ignore all that has passed from dirt to dust tossed into the air nothing more, nothing more than …
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