forgive sins
committed quickly
they sting
but fade
leaving scars
easily consealed
by beauty
or words
these sins
meant well
ending sadly
no fault
of anyone

I cannot fight
because my beliefs
are not concrete
my will bends
to all shapes
forming this person
with no reflection
without the dreams
of stronger men
I fight myself
to become one
with this soul

my voice is gone
from the cigarettes
and the words that
made you leave.
the hateful sentences
strung together by anger
spilled forth from
my whiskey-loosed lips
as the sirens of the apocalypse
wail from on high

depression fills the room
as the sun fades from the window.
I find myself getting colder,
more alone every day.
the smiles that once lived here
were packed into tidy boxes
and shipped to New York
with little more than a moment’s notice.
and as I sit here in my darkness
I know that there is nothing
more I could have done for you