“We’re all Broken People”

We’re all broken people
in our own way.

We all wear scars
either of our own forging
or forced on our fading
ill-watching ill-receiving flesh.

We all had lives
turned and twisted inside
out by what we couldn’t
control; some of us deserved it.

I don’t know where I stand
when weighted against you.

I only have what experience
has told me; that I am broken.

Who else drinks alone?

“Public and Private”

Hurt is public
pleasure private.

Love, unless lost,
not to be discussed.

Pain, and the cost
is a more worthy muse.

Flowers, colours
touch of skin on skin
is for knowing hearts
not reading eyes.

Despair is the food of the many.
Maybe it’ll make it
worth it.

I fight back thought
and write.