Worry

Life’s simple pleasures
Are often overlooked by
Those who need them most

Present

Cherish today, for
tomorrow’s promise is too
easily broken

Freedom

Unburdened release
Fetters of my own design
Finally unlocked

Nostalgia

When did my daughter
Get old enough to leave me
At the carnival?

Beneath

His smile hangs askew,
while unseen tribulations
rent rifts in his soul.

Chasm

Mute, straining to hear
your voice outstretched across our
chasm of silence.

The Void

Seeping like a stain
Across the fabric of time.
I am the darkness.

Peace

The warmth of a hearth
While rain clatters off the roof
Sets the mind at ease.

Hunger

My every attempt
To fill this chasm within
Succeeds, but briefly.

Winter

The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.