Now I
understand why
the wisest
seek refuge
away from
the fray
it’s easier
to watch
the world
unravel from
high above
than down
below where
others scurry
about desperately
trying to
keep it
all together
Category: Poetry
ThePast
The past
to many
is worn
like a
uniform heavy
with medals
heralding heroism
when in
fact what
is lauded
are the
victories never
the cost
we never
give out
medals for
the missing
Lonely
The only
time that
I ever
feel lonely
is when
I write
Pearls
This two
word line
is intoxicating
to me
its brevity
like thought
stops and
then starts
like pearls
kept together
by an
invisible string
ToGo
I write
to go
these things
things new
things now
then not
and when
you find
yourself here
in these
you too
will go
must go
having gone
