untitled poem || 12.20.18

well lit in darkness

each breath a testament

to the struggle it is

to stay alive in a breathless world

where shadow shifts to brightness

and wrong morphs to “only choice”

 

for all we know

heartache is the worst simulation

in a long line of pain-filled dreams

 

bitterness springs to lips

enticing them to bite

to break the cord that spans between

 

it snaps

broken

scored

and regret is all that’s left behind

 

-dedh

untitled poem || 12.18.18

Did I love?

 

Did birds

ever soft

ever gentle

ever true

ever speak to me the way

you claimed they spoke to you?

 

Did the woods I know and love

one day become your home too?

 

contrite and resigned-

I’ll bury our hatchet

the one you tossed over your shoulder

without waiting to see it hit its mark

 

I’ll bury it in my heart.

 

-dedh