Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadly, I turn to focus
On the master plan
What have I done?
What will I become?
What do I do to make my life
The one I want too?
Then, that’s when it becomes clear
No, I am not sad
I’m just a little crazy mad.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Today is a sad day for me
Today was the day I knew in my heart
My mom was dying.
Nothing, nothing I could do
Or say would stop it
This I knew in my heart
But not my head.
Anguish, fear, frightened
Looking for the answer
That would save her
Keep her here with me
Sadly, not to be.
Not once did I think
That maybe she had had enough
And wished to go
Oh no.
When I look back on this day
I see it was all about me
My feelings, my hurt
My need to have her here with me.
I said Goodbye that day
While deep inside, my heart knew
My head refused
Believing we’d have more, more happy days.
That inner voice, my heart
It knew
It knows the future and has lived the past.
She passed
She passed the next day
My mom, she passed away.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2014
Nothing is never
And will always be
Something that never
Feels responsibility.
That is what it is
All around and down
Is what it is.
Sadly, sadly
Nothing never is.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
Sadly, secret murky tiled
No hope, destitute merciless bile
Twist, turn fight and bat
Get to where the strength is at
Mess, mired deep down in
No way open can’t begin
Mutter, sputter rage and fume
Makes no difference
The rose still blooms.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
The light is slowly lifting up
The obscurity that hides my soul
Touching, warming a heart
Immeshed in woeful sorrow.
Drying tears sadly falling
Cascading to the ground
While trembling lips remember
Days when sadness was
The sound.
But light does lift up
To a higher atmosphere
Creating beauty, happiness
In this that is our individual
Magic sphere.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2013
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