Confusion..or RandomnessConfused....or RandomStaring out into the void of timeLooking at every minute of every dayMakes me see a future that is beyond my graspHaunting my world, torturing it's purest formI won't know where it leadsThis confusion that eats my soul awayTransparency of this rotting carcassIs nothing new or oldIt just isHead throbbing in self-induced painMasochistic....sadistic...Being there..a rockTo be sat on, thrown, rested at the bottom of the seaPossibly found but forever aloneLife is what life isMasks, a part of itA living resourceUnlimited in time....Unlimited in us?Will we ever figure it outThis beauty of nature, timeStaring out into the void of time
UntitledUntitledSometimes I just smileSometimes I pull awaySometimes I just wanna be freeSometimes I want to fade awayYou will never know the truthYou will never see my painYou will never figure it outYou will never save me in the endTimes like these I wonderTimes like these I cryTimes like these I falterTimes like these I wash down the drainIn the end I don't careIn the end it doesn't matterIn the end life is thereIn the end it's just the end.
GoalieGoalieI see this young man;Sullen, swollen, and sweaty,My son.Scattering equipment everywhere,Filth piling on the floor;The laundry room.The clutter a disaster,Needed to balance himFrom his focused hockey life.Bruises, welts,Part of the game;His existence."Is it worth it?" I ask."Yes," he replies."I love it."Summer and fall drifts by,Toning becomes his world.It's all for the game.Overwhelmed by despair,Throbbing and discomfort a constant;Practice.Fans think he's invincible,Teammates agree.I know the truth.An adult too soon,Failure happens.,Seasons fade.Ice cold bleachers,Coffee in hand;His greatest fan.He ignores me,Absorbed in the game,He plays.Memories flash,My child once more;Laughing, shouting, smiling.Time flies byRealizing he's good,Humiliating whoever he faces.Skating comes next,Equipment adds on,Skills increase.Game after game,Time after time,He starts to lose.Separated, miserable,Blocked from me.No one can help.A glimpse into hi
FallenFallenAcross the dark, foggy landLies an icy, still hand,Cool to the touch,Blood drained from one,Gone from anotherLife within lifeThe cycle is not fulfilledMother and child both wasting awayAmong the slimy maggots and wiggling earthworms.Love is only a memory,Faded among the blatant silence,Faces blur from color to tints of greySlowly fusing together producing pure blackness,Falling into a pit of despair,Enclosed in darknessForgotten to those that count the most.Immobility describes this fallen bodyThis woman in this shallow graveNo longer knows the loving glances that awaited her,For all of her life and dreams are vanished into a deep dark chasm; a void.They were to live on in her offspringHer son or daughter….But the innocent child is no more….lost to those who would have cherished her,Along with her motherWhose body is forgotten,Across the dark, foggy land.