when i look at the sky

i flee to the sea,

but neglect to remember

to leave you behind.

you were everywhere,

even days were not exempt.

o, difficult morns.

but distance will heal.

it should, it must, it has to.

i will finish it.

divisoria rant

i too, like gentle,
am so irked, and also peeved!
moronic drivers!

deliverance

silence surrounds me
like air on a summer's day
suffocating, thick.

my ears made unsheathe
listening to whisperings
of spirits amidst.

they say "come with us,
we will take it all away."
like sirens, they sang.

i sat still to wait
for their voices to die down.
i will not listen.

i hearkened a sound
clear, sharp, but soft like a breeze
calling out to me.

"i am, i have come
i will now deliver you
for you have called me."

in stillness, i wait
with great anticipation
for freedom is nigh!