The same pattern emerges
Of failure and hopelessness
My victories I celebrated alone
Without thanks or appreciation
All efforts went unnoticed
Category poetry
Overflows
Pools of tears
Drown my eyes
Everything is relative
Why do I feel so hopeless
So worthless so confronted
The black night is still but for
Passing traffic the odd car I can hear
And I wonder where is the car going to
Where am I going to?
The pool overflows
Failure
How did I become a failure?
All the choices I made
All the work I did
All the courses I studied
Were never enough
I was never enough
Spent my life struggling
Never coping
Never succeeding
Never achieving
What a fucking
Waste of my life
Roses
Success breeds success
Positivity multiplies
Victory compounds
Smell the roses
So they can
Spread their
Fragrance
Air Kisses
Six decades and six years ago
My mother was born
I celebrate her life
Remember her love
And blow kisses
Into air
Snakes
Worms
Crawl over
Me
I
Squirm
Lights turn off Turn on Turn off
I see
Your face
Ghost eyes Ghost kisses Ghost memories
Hungry worms
Wrap around
My arms My body My legs
I’m trapped
As they devour
My flesh
And turn into
Snakes
Lifting Fog
(I)
I have no idea
How to erase the gloom
The dull ache that sits on my heart
Like a thick heavy fog
Unable to move
(II)
Beams of light force their way
Through the blanket of clouds
To reach the earth and shine
Light on life, clearing the fog
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Shell
There was
Only a sliver
Of a membrane
Exposing flesh to a
Brutal environment, with perseverance
The membrane hardened
To become the most
Exquisite
Shell
Days of my Life
A calendar adorned
My bedroom wall
And across the surface
I scribbled with the writing of a
Child
School days and dances
Sports and friends
Driving lessons and kisses
Life and love
The cartoon characters
Kept me company
The pictures made me
Smile
Bound pages held
Strong and sure
But still
I removed the calendar
Scribbled with writing
The days of my life
My moments
And threw the pages
Away
Calendar
Grains of sand
Trickle through the timer
Standing guard
Against a ticking clock
I cross another day
Off my life’s calendar
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