This poem explores how the enigmatic, uninterested environment seems deaf to give answers to the afflicted spirit.
Thirst
Accept my humble offering
For this altar of time
I have a way to end your suffering
And it won't cost a dime
I don't think they heard you when you said you were free
It happened once in a dream;
I was chasing your tail lights
through the eye of the hurricane,
the radio played your favorite song as I lost control
Reflection on the Road
"Where are you heading?"
"Wherever you are, to be frank. I'll just tell you when to drop me off. I really have no set destination, but I'm sure I'll think of one on the way."
Water Weight
I think of you
as the memory of our love
shatters like a ceramic plate, suddenly
Absenteeism
But the only home I ever knew,
Was embodied in to the thought of you.