I wouldn’t even call it a break
An unhappiness
Regret
The void
In the shell
Of my emotions
A white canvas
Torn thru
My motivation
There are no pieces
There was no break
The cold
Burned
Hot as the sun
And I am paralyzed
In the actions of anything
To keep my mind
From living
An island
This island
Not drifting
Existing
In open space
Where the heart
should feel
Where love
should flow
And empathy
is gold
They are hidden away
On this island
In open space
Waiting
As a prism
To hold in the sun’s light
You know I have poems
For all of you
And words for memories
A collection piling in my books
Songs are great expressions
Some have acquired whole bands
I don’t love you
But feeling for all
Are read in my words
No tears are left on my pages
No pain released
Just a poem
About
For
In spite of you
Each to his own I have left
Pages of sorrow and love
But I have nothing to give you
Cause I see nothing from you
The calm seeps into my
shoulders as your warm
voice trickles down my spine
Vibrating into my fibers
remembering the soft
touch you left with me
To hear your voice takes
me to you instantly
reminded of your embrace
I want to be next to you
nose to nose
Quiet
the sound of your breath
echoes over mine
the pulsing of your heart
pumps a calm rhythm
soothing the day away
and you are looking at me
I swim in your gaze
The calm
is through you
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 