Wednesday, October 26, 2005

The Alcoholic

Estranged
By self-consciousness
Wasting dignity
With every drop
Of the drink
Losing face
Losing love
Life is a stumble
Degraded
By the reeking
Stench of piss

Friday, October 07, 2005

The Last Leaf

As the leaves take on the autumnal hues,
Ushering in the fall, the end of year,
The red and gold it seeks my inner eye,
Until my soul fills with a quaint nostalgia.
My heart gives of a part, with the winds of change,
Now I surrender all to winter's blues.