Thursday, August 15, 2013


I feel lost inside of myself
I'm not even sure which direction to search
I don't even know if it matters
I don't even know if I care
Where did that spark go
Did it follow my ambitions
into the darkness
Down into the hollow hole
I find so comforting these days
Sometimes I think I see her
twisting and writhing in self doubt
I can't seem to find a hand to lend
A simple hand . . . 
Mine feel so weak these days

-August 2013

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

Weeping Willow

Oh, willow tree
Do you weep for sorrow
Do you weep for me
Do you weep for the tomorrows
that you may never get to see
Who do you weep for
little willow tree
Are your bending branches too weak
for all your tiny leaves

-August 2013