The last train

I've arrived too late

the train has come and gone.

I stand here in the rain

abandoned, alone.

What's left of my possessions

is tucked inside these wet, battered suitcases.

What's left of my heart

is laying on the tracks.

I watch as it drowns in tears and rain.

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Despair

Despair arrived unexpectedly. There had been no invitation and yet, in it came with an empty suitcase.

Despair found me sitting on my favorite chair. We looked at each other and did not speak.

Despair followed me all day. It passed the sugar for my tea, the milk for the coffe, the towel in the bath.

When night time fell I knew Despair would stay and sleep with me. I turned out the lights and felt it's cold icy feet next to mine.

"...then black despair the shadow of a starless night, was thrown over the world in which I moved alone." (Percy Bysshe Shelley)

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These wolves, these thoughts

Just like a pack of hungry wolves

my thoughts surround me.

I see their shiny eyes, feel their furry coats.

And just like hungry wolves my thoughts follow me,

they watch my every move,
just waiting... just panting.

I cannot escape from these wolves, from these thoughts.
And in my entrapment I am silent,
awaiting the tragic end that's sure to befall me...

Copyright 2010

Photo by Eugenio Recuenco

The shredded page

You walked into the room and I forgot to breathe. It was that simple. My life from that day on would not belong to me anymore. I became part of another world. A chapter, a page of a strange, wonderful book. I simply ceased to be. Hours were seconds, minutes were months. Days were bathed with a strange light that filtered through unusual places. I absorbed your words and inhaled your thoughts. I did not feel my own skin. My voice sounded strange, it was soft and feeble and I panicked thinking you might not hear me. I became the ivy that clung to your walls, an unwelcome pestering weed that showed up at any time, in any season.

Through the veil of my obsession I could see what I was doing but was unable to stop. Invisible chains tied me down, I was afraid to make a movement and break the spell. The veil of my obsession blurred reality and I was startled when the book closed ... when the page I used to be was torned into tiny pieces and laid scattered upon your rug.

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Clouds

Clouds are everywhere,

On my hair, on my lips.

My skirt is a cloud, soft and weightless.

I am making a chain with salt water beads

to adorn my neck, my ankles and wrists.

I am searching for Freedom.

I am boarding the vessel Mist has made for me,

I am floating, drifting. I'm beginning to be... 

Copyright 2010

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