Mental health poems by yours truly.

Poetry, Writing

Self-Fulfilling Hell

At forty, when you finally feel a fleeting sense of accomplishment, you find a twenty-something trophy wife who coos, “wow, you work so...

Poetry, Uncategorized

Together: Two Empty Vases

You left me an hourglass without any sand. I watch the rain drop but it’s of no use to me. Too slippery, can’t be trusted. We chase...

Poetry, Writing

Depression Debris

WARNING: Suicidal Ideation. Why do I think of suicide when I see beautiful places? The salt of the ocean as I dive in the dark. Rocks tied...

Poetry, Writing

It takes one to know one

It takes one to hear the water running. To hear the muffled gags and feel your eyes water and the acid rise and your hands shake against...