Sometimes

Sometimes the stars refuse to shine

And sometimes you see

There is no hope in the divine.

 

Sometimes the night is just a night,

With a pale sunset,

But no resurrecting light.

 

Sometimes life seems morbidly dark,

The moon robs each dream,

Every inspiring spark.

 

Sometimes all love does is pine

And though we try hard

We find no mercy in time.

 

Sometimes sadness bursts anew

And feelings tangle,

And faithless strength holds me to you.

 

Sometimes my words find no rhymes

So I hold despair and you close

And I go on writing – sometimes.

Scream from a Dream

I am at a loose end,

I must have gone off the bend,

I am shrieking inside,

My need messes my pride;

The fear of rejection so last century,

Still haunts the heart of me;

I’m tired of blaming the father,

With all the epithets I can gather;

Thirty seven is too old,

For desire not to be sold

Into the hands of the young,

Or into the pants of the hung.

I am adrift in a sea of doubt,

Without a cock in my mouth,

For love has turned into sacrifice

And there is too much fat in rice.

I sit quietly dealing with screams,

As others talk to me of their dreams,

I stop at a loose end,

And all I do is pretend

To ignore the loudest scream

From my own broken dream.