Friday, March 27, 2015


The silent house
Confined within its walls
Collides with the madness
Seeping from my brain

Wednesday, March 18, 2015


The first breath you take
Is the beginning of the last
The silent clock keeps counting
Neither slow nor fast

A final time you see a face
The sweet kiss you receive
Did you realize it was over
Or was it too hard to believe?

The days tick toward  tomorrow
The outcome remains unknown
There is no absolute to offer
Not always reaping what you have sown

The memory of a favorite song
With a lover or a friend
Did it cross your mind to think
That this might be the end?

The finale of a moment
The curtain slowly drawn
With you remaining on a stage
Neither the player nor the pawn

A bow toward the audience
A smile in the looking glass
Did you finally understand it
That every day begins your last?