Spinning in circles
Momentum increases
Coils tighten
Until you make impact.
Hitting a wall,
Take a deep breath
Trace your steps
And unwind.
illness
Cleopatra
She swings and she sways
To the trill of the piano,
With a facade of blonde hair
And the red lips of a vixen
To hide the fear held in her eyes
Of the terminal illness
Dancing in her veins
From dusk ’til dawn.
Setting Stitches
The sun sets slowly
Beyond the white capped mountain
Never to return
Until the day you come home
And stitch my fresh bleeding wounds.
Exhaustion
My whole body
Aches and yearns
As I drag myself
Through the day.
Muscles screaming,
Eyes protesting,
And my mind elsewhere.
I slur
And I stumble
Until finally,
I can sit
Be still
And rest.
