Last Bullet

Purple sunset
The zombies did walk
I remembered
holding you close to me
Last whispers
false promises
Complete the sentence
of myself
of my skin
of my need
of my life
You didn't
Not that you wouldn't try
I remembered
Trust me
The walk back alone
was the emptiest ever

Unlaced

Modron,
I come to ask a favor.
May times I have asked,
and my hands were left empty.
But this time,
for once,
reward my efforts.
My roses are dead
and my hands are empty.
Pull my strings gently
and offer the way.
When will I see Modron,
the path that's smoothly paved?
When will I begin Modron,
to wander without fear?
I ask you now,
and I'll only ask once,
when will you help me
like you help silent others?

forest

Twisted trunk.
unmoved by the winds.
Standing tall,
I remember these storms.
My broken branches
will always regrow.

seldom grips

Daily I climb.
My grips are seldom,
yet I find them.
Higher I climb,
not knowing what's at the top.
My feet slip.
Must regain my composure.
Chalked hands mock me,
but still I climb.
I saw you above me,
yet still I climb.
Remaining strength
is so much more than before.