Echoes

I'm a shallow well,Repeating the same verses,Like an old echo. Weep into my depths, O Muse,And fill me with purpose To the very end,We're all just telling stories,So does it matter,That after all of this time,I have but just one to tell?

Apartment 2

All doors return here,To this bitter place I live,Unwilling to change. I'm trapped in these tired cycles, Or is a cage a comfort?

Apartment 1

This cold apartment, With windows facing the east, Drag out lonely nights. The sun rises to glory,But sets well beyond my reach.

A Kind Word

My hands, shaking now,Freeze at the thought of your loss,My Muse, I beg that you stay. My hands, steady yet.Wrapped around your foolish throat,Why would I ever leave you?

Withering Gold

Elegant bands twist,Relationships golden-hued,Bonds so intricate,The faintest marring,Results in tragic collapse,Our perfect circle,Now but ashes in the wind.

Cool Valentines

Winter lends coolness,To the raw heat of the day,Killing misty dreams.Lovers cling together, inDesperate idolatry.

Not a poem

This is no poem,It's simply an idle thought:I think that I still miss you.

My Response

These hands have grown old,Having done nothing worthwhile,But write loveless poetry. My eyes grow weary,Having shed so many tears,You're hardly worth the pity. My heart is heavy,Having borne so many hurts,It's now a knot of old scars. Then rejoice, old friends,Winter is a time for rest,A brief relief from the pain.