morning mirror

morning mirror;

not saying anything more

oh, what do i see?

through these eyes

where i left us to be;

nothing short of what should have been

words soaking in a liquored terror,

emotion in an solar emptiness

but i think that’s way it’s always been

under the shade of a burning tree;

nothing is more lonely than

one that drowns in its own spoken word

burry oneself against the way its always been

morning mirror

not saying anything more

oh, what do i see?,

through these eyes

killing all of mine

c. june 2019 bgw

camouflage

dreams flew in midnight rains

as the moon sunk in the flooding banks

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

dreams cut through veins

as my misplaced soul sinks in the camouflaged sins

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

was it me or was it my heart opening to quick

god damned insecurities

growing in life’s fucking impurities

was it the untold story

that got me living under the shadow of shame

*

dreams flew in midnight rains

as the moon drowned in the flooding banks

i’ve fallen to pieces in the mud

and now i’m out for blood

*

 assassinate this pain

and all its beautiful mess where i’m caged in

destroy all this dirty air i breathe

and all of its advertising campaign where it seeps

*

was it me

or was it my heart opening to quick;

in these god damned insecurities

growing in life’s fucking impurities; 

another unwritten chapter in the untold story

that got me living under the shadow of shame

dear camouflage i’ve made,

love

the self sabotage i have made

c. May 2019. BGW