Silence | Finn Aberlour
My time has passed
Possibilities discarded
Emotions no longer regarded
Inside,
Not a light nor a whimper
Silence.
No blue bird, No black dog,
Empty.
Fear has subsided,
I am ready.
resignation poems
Life Recycles | Finn Aberlour
Life Recycles.
History repeating,
over and over.
Good times short,
ever so fleeting.
I find myself
in the bad times,
more often than not.
With each cycle
taking the empathy,
the rebounds,
the “lets give it a shot.”
Tired,
Life Recycles.
No Fire | Edgar Law
There is a cold
That grows inside
All who visit me know,
Like these walls, will close.
No one wants to be
Shut up here with me
In this place
Where windows lie.