The Sinking Spirit

The spirit sinksbelow, beneaththe worldthat once was warm. The spirit speaksalonewith his fathersharingpipe tobaccoin a dark room. The spirit smilesup at his motheras they sharesecretsover tea. The spirit seesthe foolshe called friendssimply to wastetime. The spirit seekssolacefrom his memoriesand the willto forget them. The spirit surrenderswhat remainsof his selfto endhis suffering. The spirit singswith hisContinue reading “The Sinking Spirit”

I Assume You’re Gone

What am I?Nothing to write home about,Nothing to mention,Watching the window’s condensationdrip, dripping into my mind.Whose life is this?Is this bleak world all theirs?Is my little world all pretend?Are you still listening?Or have I lost you too?Like I lost myselfthe day I stepped out of my doorand joined their world.I assume you’re gonelike all goodContinue reading “I Assume You’re Gone”