Poetry

The River

I hate not remembering, despising the shroud. Knowing, not seeing, no feeling aloud. Absorbing faces I don’t recognize, people growing older while I froze in time. How is that fair for either of us? If I could care, could I earn my trust? As stillness eludes me, why do I lift? Why do I move?… Continue reading The River

Poetry

When Block

When I run out of words, I sometimes think that I lost my mind in a troubled sink. Trouble with syncing to what I feel is a wealth of rhyme in my mind’s wheel. When this feel I’ve lost, I’m not the same. Thoughts twist and turn, searching to claim what it thinks it knows,… Continue reading When Block