regrets

it is all quiet on this vast plane.

empty space

there is an empty space the spot you last vacated angry words and heavy sighs whispered truths and shouted lies apologies now forever unheard speaks volumes about last words regret and tears our bitter drinks topped with fears come true nightmares alive drowning in silent cries shattered glass on the ground red strings of fate

dandelion

like puffs in the windyouth to old, old dreams – regrets –drifting away slow

Death Waits For No One

Death reaches out a pale bony handFrom underneath his ebony night cloak,Sweeping back his hood in this strange land, Face of nightmares and dreams provoked. He points at a the sturdy ivy-strewn ridge,Wipes your brow with a gentle finger,And leads you across the floating bridge,The grey mist tells you not to linger. Death does not