Unpublished pieces


I feel a constant steady blending of
uncertainty in the bed where I reclined.
My dreams were troubled and sad,
which altered the state of my mind.
I felt too grieved to fully think and
so I drifted into a shadow of a man.
This phantom would be my reality,
and to this shape my heart ran.
Through failing moments of hope
I carefully placed a funeral wreath.
My faith in happiness was doomed,
the blackness was what I breathed.
In serious set I realized myself in
that I now see my full measure.
Such aching must soon be gone,
to be replaced with happy pleasure.
From this belief I felt relieved.
There would be some sort of plan!
Once again I could take my place
and stand proudly as a total man.
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