Monthly Archives: December 2017


The water bade me follow.
It’s path winding and deep.
Every canyon, every hollow.
Never will it find defeat.

Curling its white tips,
it rushes with fury,
hitting the boulderous stones,
crushing them without even stirring.

So deceitful in its calming,
clear surface,
knowing the violence roaring underneath.
I linger a little while longer,
hoping for mercy,
as I bade near for a drink.


My head has been pounding
for days.

There are times that
I feel like
pulling my eye balls
from their sockets,
ripping all the connective muscle
and tissue between.
Blood pooling and pain
as if music
to the brain.

I feel like
that may relieve
some pressure.
That I might escape to
some darkness
that will keep me blind
and at bay.