Away

Long ago, far away A heart was broke He did not stay To weep or cry Nor brush sad tears away. Crushed A fool she thought Then sat Laughed Brushed her own tears Away. No fool was she No clown performing For vacant love He, he was the one A fool for leaving Not loving...

A Butterfly

A butterfly A broken wing Crushed by things unforeseen Lying hurt, dying slow Laid to rest Amidst flowers Not near as beautiful. ~ Patrice Patrice Clarkson – 2017

When Everything Is Obscure

        When everything is obscure Upside down In the loo How can I think Pleasant thoughts Laugh or cry with hilarity? Nope Not happening Crushed, lonely I trudge ahead Feeling chains Of impending dread A smile cannot cross My doomed face All joy...

Can I Fix It?

    Can I fix it? Will I be the one That’s the hero In a situation That should not be? Crushed and miserable Full of doubt Must move forward Cast it out. Smile with gratitude Mean it See it radiate All about. My strength and smile Will cast misery out....