All the nothing that
I feel, gets to be too much.
Real emotions, gone.
Numbed
Tag: emptiness
Knife in my Back
The most treacherous
People in my life are the
Ones I’ve loved the most.
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
Desultory
Listless and lost at
The end of the day, hoping
That something happens.
My Door is Shut
You call, the number
Is disconnected. Look for
Me, but I am gone.
Yearning
Imprisoned by my
Ambition, I waste away
For want of your touch.
Common Sense
I should know that the
Faster their response to me,
The quicker they’re gone
Aging Photos
They purse their lips and
Stare at me; did they ever
Know me? Who I am?
Herman’s Hermitage 