Like a Person DrowningThe brown outlined leafdangles from the crusty tree branch.The piercing wind's grasps cut the leaf's last threads.It slowly, leisurely, drifts to the moist, rain ridden soilof the dying forest's floor.It falls like a person drowning.The icy, salt water occupies their lung's every square inch.Their ear's only penetrating sound is their slowing heart beat.The heat of their blood disappearing.They give up hope.Peacefully close their eyes.And drift into the dark, foreboding depths of the open ocean.The leaf sinks into the mud and stops motion.Stops like when that person's straining heart finally quits beating.The leaf will, in time, vanish.
No DiamondsThe mind supresseswhat we wantto not want.The tear stainedblood filled cheeksreflect the lightcrushed by love lost.The mind throws memoriesto the darkestmost forgottencorners.You don't wantto feel the rushingrapids of running blood.The speeding engineof your adrenaline fueledheart beat.Can you breathethe oxygen gems that keeplife thirstingwithing you?Shadowless peopleprey on hope and love.Silently you wonder"Am I important to you?"They blindly tell you"No."Your soul breaks like a wave to the sand.Then retracts and slips throughthe cracks in your heart.No matter how long the carbon waitsno diamonds form.Everything you want hoplessly killsthe light in your pleading eyes.They plead to god"Have mercy on me."But he never does.