Awake to a Nightmare

Cold dark pain.

Aging, I am weak and alone.

Hopelessness holds hands with helplessness.

I lay and wait for peace.

This is how I fight.

And everybody scorns it.


She Looked At Me

She wants to weigh herself
but only weighs her sorrows
Heavy as a burdened beast
every step a wrenching strain
Getting nowhere, causing pain
The door swings open with a cry
no ones waiting for her outside
She is a melting candle
dripping acid, it burns
holes in her jeans
now she is trendy in her despair
Her clothes are too constricting anyway
the strait jacket of society
Let her be naked
look at her scars
Stark cold white pink
This is She