I ain't home

sometimes, the hours are lonely, empty

without any words or space to breath 

sometimes I cannot hide my anger

and speak the words I should speak as

my relief 

and I know there will be no answer

she's not here to hear these  words I breath

but these words I speak I speak in her 

lingering silence 

and are mine and mine only to speak

 

and I leave the walls that surround me

to meet the world once promised to me

'cause this prison of silence is not meant for 

any one not even me

and yes, she should consider her options her new reality

I ain't home and never no more will I be I left my anger 

at the threshold of her ignorance walking out of  her room

walking out of her existing silence

a silence now her own new realty

(c) JR. 2022

 

Sunday, boring Sunday

nailed to my chair
like a hand in a glove
with the world at my feet

I have nowhere to go
no friends to meet
I sit in retreat

a hollow space
an empty face
out of time
out of place

a boring Sunday
is al I have
nailed to a chair
birds in the trees

too far away
sky showing some fatigue
no one near enough to please
a longing is there

it says what you need
is some distracting sleep
to leave a boring Sunday
a withered leaf

(c) JR. eightees

Committed

somewhere at a certain space in time
walls were brought down and its emotions
became loose cannons firing all up and down
the line

they were connecting souls, something rare
with commom sense out of controll, and yet...
we did commit, we became a union a beginning

stretching as far as we would see fit, what we
didn't know, didn't need was I coming back out
of a nothingness, in trouble knee deep

it cost me my happiness, she wanted me to leave but
in the end she made me a promise I couldn't keep
my hurt was that deep

and the fool in me rejected her last plea, laying
her and mine excistence on the line and yes I
payed the price for letting it slide,

many years now have gone by I not lost her only
then but my entire life, I've looked for her, I tried
and what I found made me realise

there was no going back, she'd gone out of my
days and time but my commitment is still there
is all I've left

and will still be there when times collide

(c) JR. 2018