There is a lack of desire
in painting words.
on a canvas of lined paper.
Rather spend eternity
on an old recliner
with a beer in hand
watch the glow
of an ancient television
It�s light pierces my retinas
with the force of
daggers in the back.
Stainless steel lodged in my flesh
by an angel that loves me.
Pain, Sorrow, Rage
all injected into me
by an act of unconcern
killed my soul
no worse
you have abandoned me
A puppy without a mother
A puppy with tears that stream
down the valleys
on his face.
Dry the tears of a dampened soul.
a soul that has lost
a grand piece of itself
as someone has cast away
with such horrid ease.
Take me into your arms
feel the softness of your cheeks
the warmth of your body
of your love?
Than toss me into
the freezing tundra
in the middle
of a black winter.
A puppy sits in
a patch of grass
watching his mother leave
him.
Wagging his tail happily
completely unaware
that she will not be
back for him.
Where is the guiding light?
Snuffed out
by the fingers
of a beautiful
angel.
A creature that I
love.
Who like many others
enjoy the sight of
my pain.