IMBALANCE
Sometimes, frustration
creates its own imbalance
to rational thought
LONG NIGHTS
How long are the nights
when I cry myself to sleep
alone and in love.
NO CHANGES
The next day won’t change
if you bring baggage with you
from the day before.
AWAKE
The clock says midnight.
Although my brain is restless,
my body craves sleep.
AFTERMATH
Bad love breaks apart
the way a cookie crumbles.
All scraps, no substance.
TO THANK THEM ALL
The soldier’s job is
protecting and defending.
Ours, to be grateful.
THE FEATHER
The bird flaps its wings.
A feather dances down in
a graceful ballet.