Each of us desires to be remembered.
For our legacy to be given breath
after we take our last.
Bound by some eternal code
that demands we not be forgotten.
Each of us destined for death,
yet seeking immortality.

Between Sanity

Somewhere beyond sanity
in a mental abyss
tainted by the murky remnants
of my pride and insecurities–
my soul drift.

Pregnant from the watery poison,
it darkens in hue
and sags.

A Second of Clarity

Sometimes I feel as if I’m light years away from myself,
even though I am myself
or at least pretend to be somedays.

Somehow I occupy this space,
mentally and physically
yet simultaneously leave it deserted like a forlorn passenger
sailing along the winds.