How very studious of you
How very productive
Pour another glass, tuck yourself in
You have nowhere to go
no one to see
Not in this world Continue reading “No One’s Coming to Save You”
Although I haven’t climbed these stairs in years
they always sound the same
under my feet.
Creak and splinter
in the same spots. Continue reading “Runaway Swan Song”
Shovel this dirt.
It’s not good enough
I need more,
more dirt,
less of me. Continue reading “Oblivion”
Words are powerful.
Create worlds out of nothing,
feel the energy from the pen move with the ink.
Continue reading “Breathe Your Heart”
Fill my lines so you appear busy.
Mundane tasks
They look important,
but they are
not. Continue reading “The Journal of Uncertainty”
It has been years since I knew who I was.
What I stood for,
and now I fall, I believe no longer.
I protect no one.
Recall every song,
recall every memory.
Whispers are frantic
your breath of hope could ache.
A gentle touch.
You traced the stars with my heart
and hold my soul
in the embrace of your galaxy.
Cat M. Lalonde 