A Story

The room smells of urine and vomit. The sunlight filters in thru the dirty window, as she sits rocking on the stained mattress. She looks around and wonders how she got here. The empty apartment was cold and empty. A rat squired a cross the floor, passing right by her. She never flinches and tears streamed down her face.


The room smells of urine and vomit. The sunlight filters in thru the dirty window, as she sits rocking on the stained mattress. She looks around and wonders how she got here. The empty apartment was cold and empty. A rat squired a cross the floor, passing right by her. She never flinches and tears streamed down her face.


Alcohol and drugs are her life now. She walked away from everything, family, husband and kids. She vaguely remembers what they look like. Her brain is foggy now. Memories are fading fast. Helped by the drugs and alcohol. Nothing else matters to her, except to obtain money for her addictions.


She married at 17 to escape a abusing stepfather and a cold uncaring mother. Thinking life would turn around for her. By the times she was 20 she had 3 kids, separated and miserable. Funny how all the dreams turned on her. She feels empty. A shell of the girl who use be. She is now a fractured soul, tormented by the past and unable to deal with the present and no future in site.


She opens the door and the sunlight hurts her eyes. She walks out in to the day not knowing what it will bring and not caring. All she needs is one fix and then she can deal with it all. She stumbles out to the sidewalk dragging her life in a shabby old duffle bag. She is thinking only death can save her now and wishing it would come.

The bridge is close, oh so close!

Talk in the dark

Leave me a trail of stardust
andI will follow you through the velvet evening.
For I do not wish talk in the dark
I would rather whisper your name to the moon

Take my hand in the dusk
and lead me to the lake
Kissing me as our reflections dance on the water
For I do not wish to talk in the dark
While the crickets of the night sing their song

Lay me down on the sweet dewy grass and
Make love to me as the cool wind caress us
For I do not wish to talk in the dark
As your sweet love enters me

Leave me now, my love and follow
The stardust trail on thisVelvet night
For I do not wish to talk in the dark
As I watch you walk away.

As I sleep

As I sleep
I ride the waves of my mind,
Gently flowing on the surface of my thoughts
The soft, moving memories of my past
Floating along the valleys of my future.
Drifting in and out of the waves
The memories wrap around me
Like a cloak, comforting me
While I dream.
Soon the morning light warms me
And I wake without a memory
Of the gentle thoughts that
caressed me as I slept

Age

Age
The dawn of my days has ended
Memories of childhood
Lingering in my mind
The sunny days of youth
Gone but not forgotten
As I wandered thru this life
Gentle breezes of womanhood
Swirl around me
Carrying the fallen leaves of age
Maturity has wrapped a cloak
Around this aging body
Guiding me along the path of time.
The dusk of my life approaches
And I have no fear of what it bring
My life is near its end.

A Poem

A Poem
A puff of poetry in the passing breeze
Written on the winds of my life
Floats by my ear
The paper and pen writes it down
The words flowing on the page
The ink glides along with grace
My poetry is the memories of my life
Telling of my losses and pains
My loves and rewards
All that I have done are in these
Passages I write
Tears have mixed with the ink and
Joy is captured in the words.

Cobswebs

cobwebs

Could you see me thru the cobwebs of my past?
As I slowly drift thru the fog of the present
Searching desperately for the door to my future
Only to find the doors are locked.

Did you see my tears as the fell from my eyes
streaming slowly down my face
as I searched for you.

Did you turn away from me as I passed by
not wanting to see the broken woman
you left behind.

Could you hear me as I cried out your name?
Or did you turn a deaf ear to my pleas
Walking away as if I never existed in your world
Slamming the door closed.

Did you mourn me, as I lay cold and lifeless?
Or did you walk over my body as if I was not there
Did you ever love me at all?
Did you move on as if I never was?