The most treacherous
People in my life are the
Ones I’ve loved the most.
Knife in my Back
Tag: hurt
Lie Fallow
hide your secrets, shame
in me like the winter ground
I die so you live .
To the Critic
If you ever read
My writing again, it will
Be accidental.
For no one who puts
Their hypocrite judgment on
Me deserves my words.
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.
Relational Paradox
My Door is Shut
You call, the number
Is disconnected. Look for
Me, but I am gone.
Abstinence
I cannot partake
Of any substance which would
Make me credulous
Having believed one
Too many lies, I only
Drink water and tea.
Morning’s Revelation
It was special for
A minute, but now it’s clear:
I only have me
Herman’s Hermitage 