Free

Where o' when does happiness lie
There n' then do I fly
With wings that encircle, enchain -
In vain does joy fleet by.

Free of thought
Free of land
Free of people
Free of plan
Free of pain
Free of purpose
Free of care
We despair.

Dig Deeper

Was a
Hundred feet
Not enough
That You dig
Deeper still
Sinking into your pit?

Ev'ry
Fidget and
Gasp for air
Lets you feel
Familiar
With the fine dust beneath

As it
Covers you,
Smothers you,
Holds on like
Lovers do,
Insep'rable from you.

You're a
Goner now
Got no sound;
Buried you
Won't be found;
A loner tilled in ground.
A loner till the end.

The Land of Nothing

This poem is from 2013. It would seem I'd forgotten to publish it.

I welcome you to this land of naught
This place where I am ruler and lord
Where day goes by like it was nothing
And night stands by, will leave for nothing.

Doing nothing - is pleasure, is pain
A necessity, an obligation in vain
A torment from which there is no recourse;
Time stops, as still as can be
And yet I cannot change it.

My heart, it knows, that it must wait
No longer does it know what for
Last it heard, it must wait
There's light at the end, not far.

So here I am, doing nothing
Waiting for what, I know not
Maybe idleness is an end in itself
For it can be a means to none.

Misfit

Shards amidst pieces
That do not fit together -
Yet I pick them up.