Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Robert Frost
Tag: isolation
The Game
The only way to win
Is not to play the game
It’s rigged to destroy you
Architect
I recreate the best parts of my childhood for my children
And as for the worst parts,
I relive them endlessly in my dreams and internal thought life
We Want the Same Things
We want the same things
To be loved and seen
But I’m not enough
To fulfill your loss
Didn’t I try? And
Didn’t you prove how
Empty my love was?
We continue this
Tired dance, this way
And that; we don’t want
To leave, and don’t want
To stay, and so we
Shuffle endlessly.
Quandary
Am I satisfied
With this life, or just
Exhausted and dry
Blight
I planted my misery
Deep in the ground, hoping it
Would die and leave me in peace
Instead it blighted my crops
Withered my orchard, left me
Desolate, dry and barren
Ephemeral
Invisibly I
Glide through throngs who are
Enraptured by phones
Fractional Existence
I wander this world in
Search of who I was, who I
Could have been, my missing piece.
Distortion
We only see each
Other through frosted
Glass, shapes and colors
Herman’s Hermitage 