On a warm summers day
As a gentle breeze...

Clinging onto a fragile existence,
Begging God to forgive many sins...

Smudging ink and flooding words,
Painstakingly written across a page...

On a cold black night
She stands alone on the bridge...

I need to write a poem
I need to let these...

B urning savagely into pale, soft flesh
L icking rapturously at her open wounds...

In a weeks time
Will be the end...

As shining tears slowly form in my eyes
A hand is placed lovingly on my arm...

Ruby red cherries
Hanging from emerald trees...

Tears streaming over unwashed skin,
Insults thrown across blurry screens...

The stunning flower
Sways lightly in the sweet breeze...

Feelings crumpled, firmly tied in knots
Tears streaming down scrunched faces...