Solitary

I wonder sometimes

If I am still alive or

If this is my hell

Morning’s Revelation

It was special for

A minute, but now it’s clear:

I only have me

When you told me how

Brave you think I am, do you

Mean “fucking stupid?”

Imprisoned by my

Ambition, I waste away

For want of your touch.

Paradise I gave
You; you call it hell. You took
My secrets and told

The world. Now I
Waste away beneath the ground;
Your satisfaction.