No One Speaks

No one speaks
No one says
The words that will condemn
The dead
To a life lived in after death
Of misery. anger
No justice.

Instead hands hold out
Gentle love
Make the world a happy place
Make the universe
A living, breathing
Wondrous space.

Where hearts are held
Close with care
No one dies
They live forever
In our hearts
In a heaven
Made right here.
~ Patrice  

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Heartache Felt

Heartache felt
Across the world, the land
Will everything be right
Again?

No remorse, only sorrow fills
The body of the man
Lost to the family he once loved
In his home, his homeland.

No more laughter fills the air
Only fracture, anger, loneliness
Despair
Misery shared.

The kiss of love turned to death
Same tomorrow
No future
No one cares.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

Anger, Frustration Seems To Be

Anger, frustration seems to be
My method of operation
Thinking thoughts bitter
And angry today.

Can’t seem to find the way
Or the answer to my questions
I need
I need them today.

All is a quandary
Just unseen and blind
For me to see
On this day.

Maybe I should step back
Breathing deeply
Maybe, I’ll find answers,
This way.

I won’t be bitter or angry
I’ll find my route, my path
I’ll be on my way.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2020

My Fortune Is In My Hands

My Fortune I suppose
Is in my hands
The coming and going
Of goodness, happiness
Is in my command.

No soaked coat
Laden with anger
Can cover me
Or make my way
A forsaken land.

I will, I can
See my fortune ahead
Waiting
Waiting to take my hand.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Raining Down

The full and caring heart
Waits to hear
The sound of love
Raining down.

No drip, drop of seething hate
No frustration, anger
Making lonely roads
Seem so long.

Just love and caring
Gentle kindness freely given
No strings attached
No ‘What if’s’
None of that.

All we see, all we feel
Is loving
Caring, pleasant thoughts
Raining Down.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Having A Hard Day

Having a hard day
Sleepless last night
Thinking all that angers me
Keeps me up at night.

Not mine to control
Not mine
Yet I struggle
Struggle to let go.

Happiness evades me
Anger, frustration
He said
She did.

Why can’t they see
They’re not right
And I’m in the wrong place
Not where I want to be.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Been The One

Haven’t I always been the one
To wonder what happened
That let you in.

Your nasty temper
Your contemptuous lips
Causing heartache
Making life something a long ways
From pure bliss.

I should have closed the door
Slammed it in your face
Laughed at the anger
Coursing thru your body
Contorting every muscle
In your nasty face.

I should have
I should have been the one.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019