A Deaf Ear (+2)

I wish for tomorrow,

as today slips away

 

Each moment more precious,

the end drawing near

 

I pray for myself,

in spite of myself

 

Hoping God is still listening

—my soul a deaf ear

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

 

My Stone To Drag

 

Under each new leaf,

I was offered love

 

As her face

then changed again

 

“Please stay, don’t go,”

she pleaded dear

 

As boredom

then set in

 

The names have gone,

the memories stay

 

The guilt,

my stone to drag

 

At night this weight,

to crush my chest

 

In dreams

—so very sad

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)

 

 

 

Her Right

 

Sleeping alone,

the wrath of the Muse upon me

 

Chilled to the bone,

her deadly silence enwrapped me

 

From deep in the night,

a stern warning then came

 

“Your pen is your phallus,

—my right to reclaim”

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)