I wouldn’t even call it a break

An unhappiness



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


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


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


As a prism

To hold in the sun’s light

For you

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



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