In this world, we are sick
and nothing is for free...

Memories of december,
the snow drifting slowly...

I wanted to say that-
i miss you...

Sweetest solitude
In this coldest land...

Quick strike,
Burst of flame...

It’s so great
People just can’t see...

Every time
I come to this point...

They were so young,
Their futures so bright...

The halls full of people-
Mass in the candle-lit steeple...

As I lay here
Naked on this floor...

Haiku #1:
Anger- At myself...

The slow-chiming
Sweet-melodic timing...