I’m Not The Girl

I’m not the girl
I use to be
Time has passed
All that now is history.

Gladness, sadness
Whatever used to be
Carries me thru
On to my destiny.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2014

Peel Back The Layers

 

Peel back the layers
Feel the bad ooze out
Permeating the glad
Spreading like a plague
Full of anguish
Making good things bad.

Sadness too comes along
Melancholy through
And through
Raising no gladness
To the sky
Only morose sadness
Lonely, standing by.

You are right
You are good
To let the layers lie
Just as they should
In their own
Forsaken lullaby.

Nothing gained
Nothing lost
To let badness scuttle off
Please leave those layers
Let them stay
Don’t peel them
Off.
~ Patrice

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

What Year Is This?

What year is this?
Is it the year
Of my freedom, my triumph?
Or just another disaster
I must and will master.

Creeping, crawling through
The sadness, the madness
Striving for some gladness
To dwell here in my heart
When will it start?

When will all this muddy
Turmoil leave, depart?
Nothing wrong
Just following along
With the throng.

Yes, nothings wrong
It’s just that
Nothings right
In this year
This year of sadness
I’m living tonight.
~ Patrice

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2013

Strangers Meet

 

 

Strangers meet
Smile and greet
Never again to see
One another
In this life
We know and be.

No remorse
No sadness
Nor gladness
Just strangers smiling
When they meet.
~ Patrice

 

 

© Patrice Clarkson – 2012

Blueberry Blue

             © Patrice Clarkson – 2012