Sometimes,
When I write poetry,
I forget to breathe and eat as it consumes me.
Sometimes,
When I forget to breathe,
My head hurts
From lack of oxygen, possibly.
Then, my stomach screams,
"Feed me, please!"
So, this is my cue
To shutdown PC,
Leave HP,
Go eat, brush teeth, breathe in, and dream.

The distant lights
in your eyes were a beacon
on nights long ago
I would’ve spent alone.

Old age is spectacular sunrises,
That still carries the spirit of childhood,
heralding wisdom and maturity,
Whilst patiently awaiting one last glorious sunset.