We are not those heroes we wanted to be
Not burning broken bridges of mediocrity
Not defending weak from greed and cruelty
Phone-voyeurs who sit idly while forests die
Treating war as someone else’s problem while
Our world, our souls, die slow and silently
10.29.19
We’ve all lost lovers along the way
He said when asked about marrying
A former self-proclaimed whore who
Called her body community property
Once but now promised more to him
Some of us lose, greater than others
Some give ourselves over to despair
For those that find self-worth again
A soul forged by fire is stronger, then
10.28.19
Days went by, lost in the woods
Wandering in damp fog that bit through
My hopes of ever again finding you