Random blurbs of poetry.

Open the door,

Knock on it.

Pound,

And yet not a sound.

Not a feeling, a wish or dream.

I won't get hurt,

I won't be broken.

As long as it stays closed.

Sarah the sheep sat silently on the sea shore.

Words that run through my head

And demand to be on paper.

So it can be read.

Death is my thought.

Death is my friend.

Death is the way to my happy end.

Blood on the walls,

Blood in the sink.

Darkness is my view.

Darkness happens a lot.

Darkness in my thoughts.

Hope is lost.

Hope is gone.

Was hope ever here?