Shipwrecked, like a heart
Slowly, I will fall apart
No more boats on my horizon
Demise won't be at all surprising
Stranded in the endless sand
A castaway in crazy land
The nothing that is always near
Freezes all my empty tears
Memories will haunt my days
Rippling ghosts are just like waves
The premature and lost goodbyes
My senseless silly alibis
The painful past that won't let go
Oh, Prospero! Oh, Dan Dafoe!
My future sings a song of dread
My island lives inside my head
by Richard W. Bray
Condemned
Can I hurt you
And not hurt me?
Now it makes me sad
While you’re full of glee
But if an hour ago
You were bleeding from a barb
I carelessly injected
Years ago
Or maliciously flung
Yesterday
Am I bleeding for you
Now
Or tearing at my own scabs
Because I wish to feel?
If there’s no metaphysical connection
And nothing transcends
Is psychic pain just self pity?
Condemned to four dimensions
And the confines of my skin
Never able
To let anybody in
by Richard W. Bray
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