The misery dripping with every line my pen writes in the delivery
Of words said yet unheard
Leaves nothing but the madness
As time shows nothing but the infinite sadness
And melancholy of my day, nothing but a life of folly

I ‘ll go to my grave
With not a tear nor smile
For I have no fear and am not brave
It’ll simply be peace upon which I hope to feast
And darkness for awhile

Into the forest

In the quiet light of solitude

Where nothing fits the mood

A cold walk into the forest

Brings no rest

For the soul that is tired

Yet cannot expire


In the afterbirth

Of a lonesome earth

In a universe of hope

There exists no way to cope


With the slinky black dress of depression

That becomes the new fashion

In sultry heels

Of hellish feels

That dwell in the heart

And if my lips would part


I’d speak my mind

And hope to find

Solace in my truth spoken

And know I was forgotten


Life is nothing more than a drama

Found by siblings from a different mama

They want to connect

I deflect

They seek a little brother

I seek not to be another

My thoughts on the father that never was

Only more validated by the news

A lifetime of ill will

A hate that grows still

Will not allow myself

To seek them out

For my memories of the sperm donor

Will only shatter their truth

With the proof

That the father they knew

Was nothing more than

The kind of scum

One scrapes off your shoe