My Time

custody warfare
life held with no exhaling
so few battles won

carefully chosen
choked words have many meanings
every email screams

ferocious insides
waiting for the chance to pounce
clawing at my gut

negotiations
veiled forcably in stone-faced
syncompated fears

there are no peace talks
he usurped territory
time to get mine back

gas bubbles stagnant
filling new spaces inside
I pray for silence

Post migraine distress
out of commission all day
the storm grows heavy

A to Z 2013

are all arachnids
annoying, and angrily
angling all alone?
 

she just assumed it
even when she wasn't told
it was all her fault

Surveying Abuse

Unpacking my brain,
I noticed the hoarded muck
welded into it.

No longer for use,
the beautiful folds are sealed,
parts of me trapped there.

Anger's firey heat,
fueled with regret, loss, and hate,
consumed foundations.

Sharp edged memories
bite hard at my unsound mind;
leaving their filth.

If I move the refuse
away from the damaged parts,
will it all fall down?

Its overwhelming
what needs to be decluttered;
odds and ends jammed in.

Each miscellany,
excruciating to know,
haunts my heart and bones.

Try, fail, try, fail try,
I pick at distressed debris,
buried in what falls.

So much destruction,
the peace will never come back;
innocence is gone.