August 2010

Alone

Utterly alone and broken

The shattered pottery of my life lays lifeless as the broken trinkets I remember

Perhaps I am what I was told

Perhaps it is all my fault

If I was better or kinder or softer

But there is something broken in me, even now,

And it is hard as shattered glass and sharp as well

August 2009

Burning hot
The Sun
The fires
Like a furnace
Surrounding me.

I lie down and close my eyes
It burns around me.
Burns within.

It is white hot
And I lie still
Till the fire passes over.