My Beating Heart

My heart is heavy She feels so old So many stories How many more To be told? She ticks and beats She has survived She seen joys She has cried. Blood fills Pulses to My mind, hands, feet And back thru. How many more thumps Does she have Not mine to know Just glad I...

Nothing Really Happens Til

Nothing really happens Til something moves Takes control. Nothing really happens In the morning bright Til eyes open Letting in streaming sunlight. Nothing really happens Til words are spoken From a mouth open Speaking things we need to know. Nothing really happens...

Tonight

Treacherous feelings I harbour Tonight Anger seething in my blood Tonight. Each footstep taken Keeps me in a raging hold Tonight. No answer, no salvation In the black, bleak darkness Tonight. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...