An engagement ring
on my right hand
reminds me of the
love we had,
And makes me think of
New Jersey dreams
we never ended
up sharing.
Four children wanted:
Jethro, Lily, Rose
and Kai,
never born- in fact
taken from me.
Taken from me like
my life was taken.
Taken from me like
your life was taken.
I see no sickly sweet
supper times.
I see no evenings
bathed in wine.
I see your face
and love's demise
as we broke apart like
the shattered dreams.
A spacious urban loft
on fire.
The eyes of a killer
reflected in the mirror.
The unwashed cup that
sparked the end.
Smashed, shoved, shaken-
until you were dead.
From one cage
to another.
There's a question
on my lips:
If I'm here
and you're dead
then who is writing
this?
YOU ARE READING
Random Works
Poetry**There might be some triggers throughout this work*** Just a collection of random writings, mostly things I write during Creative Writing class
