autumn
beauty
sun flowers
bend
and
sway
but
bow
their
crowns
along
the
way
in
the
presence
of
God

Clouds of pain

cover the wounds

of the heart.

Innocent tears fall

like gentle drops

of rain.

Poets come.

Poets go.

Poems remain—

left behind for someone

to read,

to admire,

and

to inspire

the next generation

to pick up the pen.

Why breathe when you know you will die,
When you're drowning, why do you attempt to breathe?
The water ,icy and cold like a spike to the chest,
As the water slowly fills your lungs ,burning .suffocating.
When you are bleeding out why do you put pressure on the wound,
Why do you push as you watch the crimson slip through the cracks of your palm?
The blood spilling out. Bleeding. Dying
So next time you ask me why i love when i cant be loved,
Ask yourself why are you breathing when you know you will die?

What I like
doesn't make
a thing right-
what I dislike
doesn't make
the thing a blight :
life can't be viewed
just from a single side