Her side is cold again
Asking aloud what about us
I’ve have always been here
I did it this time by turning your head away
Nobody lives forever on the blue
Smaller than a grain of sand’s molecules
Single molecules one million times smaller than a grain
Tumbling in the abyss being pushed and pulled
The walls were cold and very white
Not unlike the foam from her ski do’s wake
I caused her to look away and she hit a boat
And her side will again be cold
© 2013 Michael Yost 05/06
Posted in Free Verse
Tagged Blame, Boat, Choices, Cold Again, Consequences, Death, Depression, Guilt, Michael Yost, No goodbyes, Ski Dos, Writing
What do you have for me?
More layers of quilt to address?
Let me say goodbye to this old year;
After these sins I confess.
Looking forward to a blank new sheet
Gives me hope for a great new year
Let me turn the page of yesterday
With a mind that’s totally clear
Thinking you can weigh me down
Bringing up past sins suits you fine
Nothing you can do will make me
Sit down hurt, wail and pine
So go your way straight to hell
There’s nothing for you here
My conscious is clean and ready
To start a great New Year
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 