Elephant in the Room

You don’t belong here,

where the rain stripes the walls

in the beige of disappointment.

I’ve locked up the goodies:

the pills, the rope, the razors –

even the car keys.

Yet you wake me

in the early hours,

begging me to let you go.

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.