Wicked thoughts run round My head daily at all hours Until they consume Every action, every word Until I am consumed -Kel Dayheart
Empathic
There is a certain kind of beauty In your tragedy That makes everyone cry Not in pity though But with you To share in your sadness -Kel Dayheart
Earthquake Hands
There's an earthquake in my hands The tremor rack up And over my arms Until I feel it in every bone You shatter me -Kel Dayheart
Brief Pleasure
The light filters through Down, down, down Until it reaches me Playing across bare skin I find delight In this brief pleasure -Kel Dayheart
Written Over Spoken
I love words When they are sprawled across A loving page Far more than Those I try to speak That get stuck Caught in my throat And choke my tongue -Kel Dayheart
Desolate
Compared to you I am Empty, A leaky bucket That has no hope Of ever being Filled -Kel Dayheart
Blackout #72
Grab some sense when you don't need it.
Haiku #61
Sincerest regret Bubbles up within my soul Draining energy
Medicated
The more pills I take The easier they become to Swallow down The bitter pill That life has given Seems the same As all the others -Kel Dayheart
Indescribable
She had a smile That I could not describe The words I tried Never seem to convey The meaning I want At the very best It was unapologetic Full of genuine happiness And a gentleness rarely forgotten -Kel Dayheart
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