I’m certain
you’ll find your way back
into my memories again
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I’m certain
you’ll find your way back
into my memories again
You grasp life with an iron fist
Wrestling it to the ground day by day
In battles among falling petals
Under night skies…
“Keep writing poems, friend.”
I tell the woman facing me.
“You still have more to say…
Whisper sweet nothings into the night’s listening ear. Tell it your secrets. It’ll listen, and never judge, and continue to hold you as close as ever.
I can’t fit. I can’t find the right door to pass through. The sunlight is rapidly fading. Snow is falling all around me and all I can think about when I look at the flakes is how they might look like the ashes after my everything burns to nothing.
Wolves are circling. Closing in. I can hear their howling signals.
I’m running out of time.
or the ones I pass along to you
that may not speak to you
but only to me
in a way I can never explain
Wishing to transform
as I turn away once more
I become nothing
Warm forest at noon:
insects and sunlight both
on decaying leaves
I feel powerful right now. I feel free.
I read about the lengths people go in fear of their imaginary deities, and I feel empowered by the fact that I only have my own mind and judgement to deal with, not some random individual or character from many centuries ago.
What rots me from the inside out
is an ocean tide on the shoreline of my love
with harsh waves that sting with brine
and undercurrents hidden below
that have drowned so many
As many times before
the dread that plagues this gray
has receded again
and the night descends over me with calm
July 22, 2026