Last Night

I remember the road beneath me.

The painted lines blurred into a haze of instant sorrow and regret. Somewhere the desert was screaming and the tree was crying its quiet tears. A maelstrom of fleeting contempt and self loathing floating away 80 miles an hour on the hardpan.

Sixteen hours into the night and the stale August air choked me.

Thunder bellowed its hate across the horizon and every star in the sky looked at me in disgust.

Judging me...

Whispering to me...

Forgetting me....

A thousand miles from serenity.



An eternity of regret.

The Dream

...I awoke from the dream

The cold night now reticent
A dead hand of the past

A hope that light might redeem
What my heart would circumvent
And rid me of this shadow cast

But the dark is not what it seems
I wallow in my lament
And embrace the souls descent
Forever, into the last

Delicate, and on the seam
It's never what I meant
The regret that has amassed,
Not in high esteem,
Consumes my true intent

To acquiesce to life, alas,
I see the greater scheme
And what it represents
But too much time has passed
It's tearing at the seam
Of a reality it so resents

I rest my head upon the glass
Reflecting on the general theme
Of the darkness life presents
Unabashed, and crass
Within a silent scream

Of night, the day discontents
The end, at last,
Would come to pass
Forever, as it so deems

And so to this extent,
By simple contrast,
I slip softly through the seam

So quietly I would relent
And transcend to the last

In death, I forget the dream...