Jaded Stories

When I’m drowning, they are distant and skeptical When I’m sailing, they gather to observe the spectacle My cheeks used to be made of roses, my pupils were once starred How did I become just a chew toy to use and discard? They don’t savour their words, they just spit them Basking smugly in the fruits of their mayhem I love them when they don’t, they disgust me when they do I am cast to play both the vixen and the shrew Th...

Fresh wind tangling my hair Packed soil under my feet Climbing the tallest peaks Chasing the promising dawn It seems like so long ago I would welcome the mornings Planted new beginnings Watered them and watched them grow It’s been years of Tripping over oak roots Trudging through mud Searching for shelter from sandstorms It’s been years of Scraping my knees on the river rocks Slipping on black ice Suffocating on forest fi...