What use is a word
when it merely emphasises silence...

Life is a furnace of memories,
as each day passes by...

There comes in the night
a certain sense of surreal euphoria...

Desire is that sense of need warped by longing
a frenzied feeding zone for predators...

Thirteen belated years
mark a time of insolent celebration...

Subtle flickering flint of light
melting, lonely, in daylight...

Erratic thoughts, flow
tranquil as the Thames...

Dear chocolate, thank you for always being there,
when I never needed you in my life...

A quick, shadowed
glimpse, from his infernal haunting eyes...

After the storm-the bitter storm,
the tree of life-uprooted-looked so forlorn...

I had one last chance
at picking up the remains...

Turbulent motions, coursing through my neurons.
Fear-filled notions, entrancing me for eons...