I Live

You don’t know how I live
You don’t know 
what makes me tick 
all is hidden deep
beneath the facade
I keep.

Private, personal that’s where
I live 
hoping fervently 
you don’t peek beneath 
my closed lid. 

Which slams shut 
whenever
I think someone’s too close 
to see my flaws
secrets I keep, hide  
I live. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Clouds Boil Black

Clouds boil black across the sky 
hiding goodness, laughter 
beneath an unforgiving land 
the sun can’t shine nor rivers flow 
there is no time for kindness to be bestowed.

Maybe tomorrow 
or
the day after that 
brightness and laughter 
will replace all this awful crap. 
~ Patrice  

@ Patrice Clarkson – 2021

Snow Blows A Crisp Cold White

Snow blows a crisp cold white
Deafening on this spring morning night
Flying by with a unrepentive no melting cry
Once again covering all going deep down inside.

Some will die in this cold white mess
As snow hungers to hold a grip
Til no life stirs beneath its icy depth
Breeding death, anger and remorse
Snow blows, snow blows
Making life full of needless stress.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014