Endless Thoughts

These thoughts, a maelstrom
Trying to pluck words from it,
One by one,
Like wings off a dragonfly,
The twitching body
And the silent screams
Crying for the peace,
That will never be.

The throbbing garish shadows
Of a world too bright,
In the darkness,
The neverending storm
Whipping streaks of blood
Across my back like lightning.

Trickling, pouring, gushing,
Eyes turning as red as death itself.
The pinpoint of pain
Ever hidden in these anonymous clouds,
Never telling these secrets they hide.

Concealing the chasm,
That rips holes in my chest
Falling, always falling
Out of control, out of mind
These endless thoughts in a maelstrom.


Ode to Winter

The bitter emptiness echoes
Like a dream that once was.
The smell of spring, a faint memory,
Fragmented thoughts
Like petals on a breeze
Floating, lingering, existing.

The darkness holds no shadows.
The void, a black hole, unforgiving,
How can this faith uphold?
Hope, a prayer on wings
Takes flight through the night sky.

The pale moon watches silently,
Its weakened light
Shrouded in mist and ice.
The world below
Dying, suffocating
In its own smothering grasp.

Can one’s own heart be blamed
For the darkness that consumes it?
From within…
The steady beating slows,
Turned to stone in a frozen cage.
The black winter carries on.