A Dreary Day

Drained
An empty vessel of tears
What's this wetness down my cheeks? I'm not crying.
Brainjuice all gone,
Who stole my life?

A Love Poem

Amongst the roses dwell an egg
The petals too soft, the egg doth fall
Cushioned by the dulle moss
Bounces on the moss and flies
Back to the nest of roses soft.

The rose doth wilt and shows its brown
While evergreen moss waits patiently down
The nest of softness crumbles 'part
The egg teeters; falls down hard
Cushioned by the dulle moss

From whence they will never part.

Glass

Walking around surveying the wide world
With unseeing eyes, accustomed to all,
Stared at by a pair of dark orbs that would
Soon engulf, and here snow ceases to fall.

Lips move, but no sound escapes my prison.
Shaking, convulsing, a terrible quake,
White foam envelopes me like an infant
Resenting folds and chains that would not break.

Existing in my glassy boundary
No control more than a hunter's quarry.