it buzzes under my skin. the urge to move around. the urge to write. the urge to just do something. the detachment from reality – dawning a facade of “i don’t care” and “i am putting everything behind me” – was easy during the day. during the night, everything comes rushing back to me atContinue reading “anxiety”
i found you waiting for me in a dream.
clock’s hands are turningaround and around again,the time moves slowly
broken shards of glassembedded in her dark soulwaiting to be healed
minutes pass, clock ticks,the breeze – tick tock – flutters by,sunrises, sunsets I suppose this haiku is more reminiscent of the terrible waiting that is going on in America. Still waiting… Who will come out on top? Biden or Trump? And, still, the ballots are endless, the clock keeps ticking, and the American people keepContinue reading “still waiting”
balancing knife’s edgewaiting for the final drop,final clap of doom.