Terrible Twentieth

Poured out like rain on a desert

Not one drop to spare.

The time has ticked by in a slowed race and it's still here.

Poured out over and over so dry and bare.

Shoulders slumped, eyes heavy downcast, in despair.

Poured out there's nothing left, why even ask?

Tired from crying, heart breaking, silence is best.

Poured out. Poured out.

None left to share.

The realization of the failure looms in the air.

Poured out for the last time.

There is always an ending no matter what the rhyme.

Poured out.

Poured out.

Poured out.

"I know I have a heart because I can feel it breaking" -Wizard of Oz

Expressive Eighth.........

String of Beads

A heart that is heavy and burdened- it beats so fast...

Memories strung through a mind like beads of glass.

Shiny, sparkling, alluring to some,

Painful, blinding, taunting to one...

One who walked through every thought,

One whose life is made up of things lost.

At times one wants to unstring those beads,

To let them fall to the ground as they please...

Although the temptation is there, one knows that those thoughts must stay in the air.

Thoughts whether of pain or not, bring to us remedies sought.

Food for today's thought:

"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."

-Leonard Cohen