Safe Place

painting of a person swimming underwater

My throne upon wet stones.
Waves crashing making me get lost.
Howls of violence outside stop me dead in almost silence.
No one would follow me to where I could go.
Time, I banished.
Seconds…minutes…hours, the same to me.
Still, it fought back with the tides.
Afraid the ocean will swallow.
Strangle and take.
I struggle to leave, for this is the real I’ve felt til now.
Even if death is where I’ll be alive.

Last Call From Beyond

grayscale photography of human skull

There was an alone never felt before.
The night giving way to the morning.
I watched the mist dance.
Skin crawling from a day’s long.
As I sat paralyzed thinking every story was true.
Struck four and I heard a song.
Like something needed me in the flesh.
To watch them dance and sing.
Share spirits for a spirit.
Only I would ever see.
That night they all went free.
I awoke and the sun was shining.

Grave Turn

black and white cemetery christ church

I’ll stand that day,
at the foot of your grave.
Just past the last of those who cared.
My presence will be for a moment,
give a second for each stolen year.
A prayer, I will bring only one.
Cold eulogy from a son.
Not because I have lost you.
No…because I have forgotten you.