There are no dreams as he sleeps. The mind is like a slate, left blank. Only eyes that burn as he weeps Leaving pillow, cheek, wet, dank. Where does the pain enter from? Plug the hole, and fill the leak. The emotional toll, final sum, Leaving him tired, spent, and weak. Push on! Act happy! All…

Metaphors roll from his head. Easy sayings, easily read. There does not seem to be a good reason For dark moods in the sunny season. His heart, it does not break gently, As wind and dust blow wildly. All knowledge tossed for emotion, Looking for some sweet magic potion. There are no easy answers here. Laughter,…

Worthless and small is how he felt, Spent and useless like a broken belt. The pain from within masked over, Broken with the loss of his lover. She has crossed a bridge he cannot, Looking for something, an answer sought. Still, he waits at the gate of the narrow path, Struggling sadly with the terrible…

Laid awake last night in bed With tempest storming in his head. Voices cried out with wild fear, Desperate for that someone to hear. Forgive came a cry from in the night. Forgive came that cry, it caused a fright. Non-sleeper rose up and looked about. The voice was from in, not from out. He…

Where has my God gone? I am alone and forsaken! Praying for death before the dawn Disappointed when the sun is awakened. Where are my God’s eyes? Can’t he see my pain and help me? Wind, lift my words to the skies. Still, He refuses to stop, to see. Where are my God’s hands? They…

Someway, somehow, somewhere, I got lost There is no telling if I can ever get back It may remain a mystery at an unimaginable cost With no support, it is hope that I do lack. Move forward with life, it’s said, But move forward to what or where? From sleeping double in our marriage bed To…

She says she loves him, A future bright, gone dim. Now she can’t live with him. Lost lovers at another’s whim. Is it his fault or was it hers? The division line now blurs Two restless hearts stir As one, while breaking occurs. No one can be blamed, no one should, Yet he’d shoulder the…

He walks silently from room to room, Knocking about with nowhere to go. She doesn’t love him, he can only assume. No longer speaking, he can’t really know. Stocked by ghosts of the past, future on hold, Hunting the possible what-might-have-been, His shadow falls flat on the floor, cold, Chilled by the spirit of his…

the cry in her voice, flowing tears said, ‘take her hand, simple fool. help her alleviate her hidden fears try to warm he heart, left cool.’ her voice recoiled at the slightest touch yet no retraction of the body to withdraw he wonders, ‘does she love him much?’ the nerve of the heart-string is obviously…

So where does this tough-as-nails Cowboy stand? Lost in mornings pale, Toeing earth with worn boot leather Thinking of love lost, lost now and forever. ‘She doesn’t love him anymore,’ they say. So he does what he can from day to day, Trying to forget, forgive, generally cope, Falling for despair, a strong lack of…