Red Region Inferno

I miss ~

I

miss

eating

out

coming

home

playing

pool

lying

in bed

singing

badly

driving

around

fresh made

coffee

smoking

cigarettes

drinking

at the bar

Getting

in arguments

looking

at the trees

talking

in the morning

dancing

in the kitchen

walking

down the street

watching tv

on the couch

shopping

for things not needed

with

you

Go on ~

How can I go on without you,

when everything I have ever done,

everything I have ever thought,

everything I have ever wanted,

every thing I planned to do,

was for you?

How can I forget you,

when all my dreams,

all my hopes,

all my faith,

all my love,

was for you?

Did I ever create a thing,

without you in mind?

Without your approval in the back of my mind?

without thinking about what you would want?

Without comparing it to you?

for you?

Only you have been my muse,

my true inspiration,

my semblance of willpower,

my essential audience,

my reason.

So none can replace you it seems,

You are still my muse,

my secret audience,

my passion and obsession.

My deepest pain,

My strongest hate,

my most intense regret,

my greatest loss.

my vital beloved.

~
I wrote this poem a long time ago.
I go on it seems, but I have never been the same.

So you may sleep at night

Forgive them

For the sake of your soul

Speak truth

So you are not forgotten

Stand up

For the sake of the world

Believe

insomnia ~

Eyes sting
burning, itching.
Back is sore
aching, bruised.
Heart beats fast
racing, buffeting.
To hot
perspiring, torrid.
Trapped
claustrophobic, brain-sick.
Head spins
accelerating, reeling.
Lying here
awake, insomnia.

desolate ~

See the visions of my future,
pry my eyes open wide.
Know the end is something dreadful.
something made to make you cry.

Your desperate,
your powerless.

full of fear,
So desolate.

When it comes to me.

Fight the serpents of my spirit,
try in vain to heal my soul.
Suck the venom from my veins,
bittersweet intoxication from suffering.

Your so desperate,
so powerless.

controlled by fear,
desolate.

When it comes to me.