fringe selvedges

the loose end of poetry

dreamt

i lay awake, fast asleepdrifting slowly, through the deepinner painwith little gainfinding anguish, where dreams meet.

angst

Trembling slowlyAwaitingThe newsAs fate creepsSlowlyTo your disconnectedYou.

file

Dangerous timesDangerous trustA lifetime to buildA short time toDust.

inverse

Anger makes me happyLaughing makes me sickNiceness is disgustingBecause I like to be a prick.

hero

Angry peopleEverywhereBlaming meWithout a care. Perhaps deservedI stare in airQuaintly tremblingKnowing Who cares what’s fair.

punctured

A forever mysteryA forgotten taleOf incredible painIn your heartLike a nail.

wrong

Nonsense!I tell my childrenI tell myselfI ask my wifeI say –Was I right?

Patience

Sometime spiteCome what mightTries to retrainThe pain that remainsBy welcomingA timeless fight.

dilemma

The challenge of manIn the face of true changeIs to resurrect inner hopeIn the face of God’s pain.

tiny

The tiniestFlickerOf loveWithin hatredIs enoughTo keep that hopeAliveAnd forever sacred.

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