Loneliness
Loneliness is a knife
At my throat.
Cold stars glare
At me from above.
The silence completely
Shadows the air.
I stand as bare as a
Skinflint tree.
Love has no home here.
The sunrise burned
Deep in your soul
The sunrise burned
As the orange leaves
Of autumn twirled
In your heart.
The sweet smell
Of roses bent over
My soul as the sight
Of a white dove
Glimmered in my heart.
The fires of twilight
Tussled in your eyes
As the rain fell
Into the vast horizon
Of your soul.
Bionote
I have been published in over 100 magazines and journals including The
Endicott Review, Fowl Feathered Review, The Bitchin' Kitsch, Vox
Poetica, Queen's Quarterly, The Vein, Word Riot, Iconoclast, Puckerbrush
Review, Nerve Cowboy, Mobius, Absinthe: A journal of poetry, and many
others. Also, I have had 3 books of poetry published through reputable
publishers titled Voyager, The maverick posse, and The fire behind my
eyes.
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