Poetry



Sometimes life sucks. Poetry helps.


TURN


turn.
just once. turn.
smile at me.
so that i may
know that i
was loved
at least once
in this lifetime.
just once. as the
fiery gates close
behind me, god,
let me see that
not all was lost.

WANTING


you are here today
without a word either way
and gone tomorrow.
i cry out, here alone,
tears fall.

everything is lost —

except that nagging feeling
of wanting something
that isn’t real.