Taxes finance death,
yet the dead.'
Will pay no taxes.!
poetry eludes my soul
when I desperately want to embrace it
when I watch dahlias blossom and dance in the wind
poetry glowing in my mind dances too
when at tranquil dawn idly lying in bed
I listen to pitter-patter of falling raindrops
when sun-god appears on his chariot driven by seven horses
illuminate horizon turning sky into flaming vermillion crimson
with my elated heart I dream poetry
poetry abandons me
when at darkest of nights I stay awake looking at the bare ceiling
wonder why unfair and cruel words still cut me mercilessly like a knife
why do I feel like a candle inside me melting till there is nothing left
fragile petals of a wilting rose ruthlessly sprawled on the hard ground
why do teardrops fall like tiniest pearls created by hurt and suffering
in a poverty-stricken country early quiet morning crows caw harshly
the young boy I see on the streets painting the exterior of a building
a torn shirt on a skeleton body shivering from biting cold
beyond my comprehension how he survives
poetry leaves me
Nemesis bird eludes twitcher
That darn wanton bird
magically escapes my gaze!
'Tis a supernatural curse
that keeps it unreached.
When you are lonely, happiness eludes you—
overcome by depression and self-pity.
You want to fit in, but know not what to do;
you're all alone in an uncaring city.
and you miss the friends you had to leave behind,
aware that, like treasures, friends are hard to find.
The emptiness in your heart grows every day,
and yet, hope assures you, those feelings won't stay.
It’s true that time waits for no man,
It certainly manages to elude me ...
One minute things look way off in the future,
The next they are out of reach in the past,
When you think that it’s passing slowly,
You’ll find, that it’s actually travelling fast.
In spite of success
True happy eluded me
Perhaps need more love
Sleep eludes me
I am in manic mode
Writing Typing Dashing Flying
I will not stop until I hit a wall
And then I will not stop
I will go through it.
Laughing loudly
Clearly not full tilt yet
But knowing it is coming
Meds are here somewhere
I do not think they will kick in anyway
They take awhile
I am running dashing, twirling, spinning.
Not some of me. All of me.
Eating wrong.
Getting angry fast.
Covering my sad.
Sleep eludes me.
I joyfully married the love of my life
Sweet John died when I was only twenty-four
But I guess God wanted to add some more strife
When my fiancé drowned; I could take no more
Like a black widow I spin a deadly web
And those who approach me had better watch out
Even friends have died: Chris, Jeanette and Caleb
Stay far away; I fear what will come about
Loneliness is a sad game I cannot win
I live with memories of what might have been
And heavy depression is building within
Trapped in the past, I ask God, “What was my sin?”
*Entry for Joe Flach’s “I Just Can’t Win” contest
sleep eludes me
this cold spring night
cats meowling just before light of dawn
I set outside in m dark heavy sweater
the air is cold and damp the dark clings as I walk the yard
restless I think of a proper walk
instead I stand in the yard
listening
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