To my muse

I miss you From perfunctory prose to prosaic poetryFrom try hard rhymes to wanabe blank verses I Have traversed and combed through this wreckage of literatureGoing back time and again to yester yearsTo a time when I was mere vectorI miss you and your banter I miss the thoughts conjuredBut more so I miss the …

Haven’t slept since Sunday past

Got tires of grief stacked up highHigh enough to block the lightJust so that one beam mightShine through right into my eye. You see it's been keeping meUp at night .In twists and turnsLimbs frozen while thoughts churnNervous stimulants, nerves sky high,Haven't slept since past Sunday night. Tick tock tick tock, little changes, fewer gains …