Such sad eyes
I see such
weight behind them
bearing on soul
and in them
I see distance
almost as though
hurt hides there
peaking cautiously around
hidden from view
ever so carefully
so as not
to disturb or
to be noticed
such sad sad
eyes such are
those such eyes
Category: Poetry
EmptyPockets
When I go
go I will
with empty pockets
having spent all
on others and
myself in words
when I go
go I will
happy and silent
for I will
have seen and
have said everything
my heart and
my mind desired
EyeNeverNeedle
It’s only
the eye
never the
needle which
makes thread
useful and
just like
us when
we too
pass through
our own
eye of
our own
needle we
discover our
true purpose
often becoming
something else
something stronger
something together
nowwhatnow
I keep
pushing and
pushing and
pushing this
thing down
trying to
put it
back in
but this
thing that
I am
doesn’t fit
into the
thing that
I was
and now
it’s free
and now
what now
Anymore
And now
when this
isn’t anymore
may I
remember you
like this
for then
like this
won’t be
here anymore
and already
now I’m
missing it
