Memories
Spiraling cruel and hurtful
Always turning
Always spinning
Always ending
Right where they began
Right Where They Began
A Moment, A Second, A Minute
A pause
That’s what I need
But time won’t let me have it
A moment
Is what I starve for
With just me and you
A second
Is what I beg for
To get lost in the emotions
A minute
That’s what I plead for
To forget losing you
Clenched Death
Life,
death.
Everything covers her.
She wants them both.
The growing need
it pushes her,
to do something
that most won’t.
She holds her death in one hand.
Seven pills in a fist.
It is funny that that is God’s number,
for he will be seeing her
after this.
Another poem from my past.
Freeing the Mind and Defining the Body 