Written by: Sherese Gooden

I am left foaming thoughts - 
a ship without a Captain, at the mercy of 
unpredictable winds.
Meandering thoughts 
like an unreliable compass      
lead me into unknown seas.
Lost says that defeated voice in my head;
lost echoes the  ominous voice that I dread.

Broken  waves of dreams, dancing fancies
that I dreamt, like mist to the sun’s light,
Pale paling, fading vapor into frosty silence, 
you and I split in the middle;
our dense, muting laughter no longer 
covering the reality, you and I torn apart
One minus Two
without death 
we part.