Poetry, Quill

Unspoken

and then there was him,
with his glazed eyes,
he sits and stares
the night sky
wondering “where it all went wrong”
it causes him to scream inside
yet with his face so sweet,
you see nothing but a smile
hiding unspoken words
reciting a poem of his heart.

Brevity

Hazy Passion

There once, was I, fervent with energy, blinded by passion guided by rage. Yet this mind of mine, now sits there defeated as i have spent my soul, and I’m shaking as i sob, for i wait for life to pass me by and leave me in a weeping haze.