The lost seasons of
Childhood, and playful days...

I have nothing, I feel nothing
I am empty and cold -hollow...

Dead gulls lie at my feet
Fall with wounded wings...

Here is where I am safe
Nailed to the board, stable and sure...

Your words may turn bitter
Cold and endless...

Dozens
Of mistakes...

I lost my name in your lap
In the folds of your skirt...

Sometimes your departure angers me so greatly
That I am left with nothing but the desire...

Autumn settles itself in my bones
A chill that's more than just skin deep...

My mind is like an over crowded room
There's too much stuff...

Glimpses of reality like lights flickering on and...
Moments you forget to remember marked in calendars...

Your seeds of hope
You planted them well...