We Won’t Even Remember (poem)

So very conscious of the moments passing.

Each one bringing about a massive change

That I’m too weak to react to

Or too strong to be affected by.

Connections falling apart, but I’m so calm

As if I’ve fully understood what being is about

Mine, and yours too.

Where do we go from here, you ask?

Everywhere. We go everywhere.

Until right now becomes a distant memory,

An almost forgotten past,

When we won’t even remember how we drifted apart,

When we won’t even remember what this was.

Only a distant dismal memory.

Birthday (poem)

What a sad time of the year

When people gather round to clap around a cake on flames.

Singing a song that’s only conventional

With happy faces that don’t really care.

A mere duty, it is, it seems.

Sitting in a crowd of those who claim to love you

Pretending to love them just as much

While all you can think about is the moment this will be over,

So you can go home and lay in your bed alone and cracked

With disgrace of another year that will never come back.

It will never be remorseful of the pain it contained.

What a sad time of the year, indeed,

When people gather around a wreck of a person that I am.

Singing a song that that has been sung to me twenty times before.

With faces that pretend to care.

A mere duty, it is, it seems.

Wreck of a Town (poem)

What a wreck of a town

With buildings so tall and deep.

Some painted over cracks,

Others ragged with chipped paint.

Broken windows and locked doors.

Dead grass lawns out-front

With bodies buried underneath.

Bursting with the all the stories it contains,

Its empty roads lie to the visitors.

“You don’t belong here in this ghost town”.

“No one belongs here,” said the stonewalls as well.

They leave, they all leave.

Oh, what a treachery!

The concrete fence gets stronger

With the crumbling structures inside

In the land deserted for miles.

Maybe someday I'll save this wreck of a town that I am.