Alone

Truth

That yes was yesterday

for the new dawn brings

a self that wakes anew

where something has shifted,

unnoticeable to the eye

but rooted deep within,

brimming with questions

rising up and through.

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Yet, here we stand

with rules on rules

of how to love

and be loved.

Imposing limits

on that which is limitless.

As we confuse

what should be free,

turning a gift so true

into something

so confined.

Good Night

Who are you to know

the insides of me?

Why should you see

the thoughts that filter through?

You’re nothing but

a passing moment.

Already prepared

with a goodbye speech,

how the night was fun,

but now the sun has risen.

Empty

Slightly burnt, with crusts a little too thick. 

The last of the butter, evenly spread.

A little sweeter, perhaps? Too bland otherwise. 

Is there anything left in the cupboard? 

Jam, marmite, lemoncurd?

Maybe the marmite. 

Some will hate but others will love. 

They’ll say the taste is too strong. 

Lingers. 

They’ll have their opinions. They’ll say. 

But still they will take, despite their talk. 

And when there’s nothing left, they’ll move onto the next,

leaving nothing but a few crumbs and an empty shelf.