part of the witches poems collection

chadwick

if you'd only let me crush my ownness
your stubborn glowing eyes
while i cannot
my eyes but darkness in them
we move
moaning beyond where the moon used to be just seconds before
you are my despair
while without hope
i do not write you countless love letters
i do not throw them into the trash can
just like i had

i do not for you anymore flowers gardens
not any longer do you
my hands but hold
no you surely do not

i remember coming home
spotting the eagle soaring low
beautiful rapitor against a winter sky
this is how you go about clawing me beautifully
until broke-down-boned my chest cannot any longer
i stagger in my home
falling against and from the bed
wall to wall
floor to pole
i have fallen more than once in your name and years
picture frames and sketches stretched on out across broken glass
my hands and knees sloppy in your work
almost unconscious
your lips save me again until further ahead
where i am not
but you are
and you keep life this way
yours
and mine is even yours
where mine is selfless
yours none to be self at all
this the disgust

rollings

That's a great poem.

chadwick

thanks.

i haven't been writing much lately. life has been kickin the hell out of me these days.