Disregard

you can take my heart
and do with it what you will
I’m finished with it

driftwood-
sand dunes
strewn by the wind

Death

cold and sterile rooms-
the emptiness of being
alone here with you

makeshift rafts-
icy waters
devoid of life

Empty

as the door closes
I wonder if you’ll ever
walk through it again

midnight-
the rustle of leaves
in an empty street

Time

eyes closed, steady breaths-
trying to push the anger
back into the box

boiling seas-
lava slowly turns
to cold stone

Graveside

aimlessly searching
for a place to lay my bones
when the light fails me

fresh engravings-
the morning sun
on frosted stone

Separation

ashes and embers-
my gentle caress lingers
barely on your lips

cold glass-
the distance
of your touch

Contemplation

most of my life spent
standing by the water’s edge
never getting wet

ashen skies-
in a barrel of rain
my reflection

Penance

mired in the past
endlessly forced to repeat
the sins of my youth

born of fire-
ashes rise
into the night

Sniper

a callous wind blows
through the cracks in these old bones
and broken windows

rusty mountains-
poppy fields in
a sniper’s scope

Sound

in silent anguish
the mute reach out for justice
their voices stolen

discordant music-
in the apple tree
a starling