BECOMING   Oct. 2005             

Becoming something I do not know

Becoming something I have never been

Not knowing when or where or why

Just knowing that it would be impossible

To ever feel the same again

Caring no longer for things I once knew

Or considering things I wanted to try

Just being content in this empty shell

Consuming the dull blank stares

The stranger in the mirror, staring back at me

As if to say good-bye

Becoming sad, becoming scared, and now just wanting to die

November 2005

The breeze, the chill, the freeze, the burn                   

I can feel it, taste it

I do not understand it, though I am willing to learn

I do not want to give in this time

I will not let it win

But damn if I can’t stop myself

Though it’s a mortal sin

The hour, the second, the minute, the day

It comes and goes, as if to tease

Always wanting to play

Stealing my breath, breaking my pride

Leaving me on my knees

Empty and alone I’m left

Without my senses in tact

Winter looked upon me once

Now it never looks back

I held it tight, I kept it close

Shared with it my fears

I kept the fire locked deep inside

And now it’s vanished like my tears

Gone without a trace

Leaving without saying goodbye

Left its mark upon my face

I should not have even tried

Longing, wanting, wishing

I still had any feeling to fight

It came to me and took its fill

Asked no more, no less

And left me here only with myself

A weeping, sobbing mess

this one won the Nov. poetry contest of the month at Dark Obsessions