Please,
Believe me,
I am not needy,
I want to be brave,
Can somebody free me?
I just get scared
My shields are old,
My reason is weak,
I’ve done what I’m told,
A weary soldier,
My mother is dead,
My friends are gone,
Just me and my head!
It makes me crazy,
So many choices,
I just don’t really trust those voices
©B L Costello 2019

From this stripped down
Verse

Come all these
Wild
Untamed
Munificent flowerings.

Thus it is my love,
With patience
Of a gardener

Dost our love
Fecund
Become

And bloom

I’m numb to love
Forgotten the feeling
The way a dream slips away
From memory.
Maybe it’s the drugs
Or concussions
But it was once there
Inside and out
Now it exists as
Hints like Momento
Only scars instead of tattoos
As reminders of first glances
And perfume toxification

I’m living on the blade of a razor
While doing the moonwalk
And like Michael Jackson
I just wanna dream again
Hit the drip
I’m ready Doc