Nevertheless, there
Is less and less of me each
Day, I dwindle down.
Wasting
Tag: dissociation
Numbed
All the nothing that
I feel, gets to be too much.
Real emotions, gone.
Lie Fallow
hide your secrets, shame
in me like the winter ground
I die so you live .
The Dance
You betray me by
Reflex, and I forgive you
By the same, again
Releasing
There was a time, you
Would have, should have been mine, but
That will never be.
My Door is Shut
You call, the number
Is disconnected. Look for
Me, but I am gone.
Mush
Oozing from my head
The brain I had this morning
Has turned to jelly
Yearning
Imprisoned by my
Ambition, I waste away
For want of your touch.
Scorned
Wondering which I
Should have mistrusted; your kind
Words or your embrace?
Herman’s Hermitage 