Poems

Wretched SalvationI’ve been damned from the day I was bornWaking up every night with a heart full of scornThe flames of hell keep calling my nameI’m trapped in a world where nothing’s the same Sin after sin, I’ve fallen so farPray for redemption, but I’m left in the darkThe blood on my hands, the scars […]

Worn Out SoulsWe walk these streets, worn and tornIn a city where love’s rebornBut not for us, not this timeWe’re losing each other, lost in the grime Every step, we lose our wayOur hearts are heavy, turning to clayI see the cracks, I feel the strainWe’re drowning in this endless pain Worn out souls, we’ve

Worn ThreadsThe threads of life are wearing thinThe fabric of our years undoneWe loved, we laughed, we lost the spinBut still, we stand, though years have run Our hands are worn, our hearts are slowThe fire we had has cooled to restBut love, like time, is meant to growAnd even age won’t steal the best

What I Didn’t SayI was going to call you on that afternoon in fall, And they hang there like they’re waiting for an answer that’s not there.

What I Told Myself It WasI kept inventing softer versions of the truth,threading excuses through the cracks in your voice,pretending the distance was a phaseand not the shape you carved into every room we shared. I said your quiet wasn’t dismissal, just fatigue,the weight of your day bending your posture,not the fading of interest you

Widows LamentWidow’s Lament She stands alone, the widow in blackHer heart is shattered, there’s no turning backThe man she loved is cold in the groundNow she’s left to carry the sound Widow’s lament, lost in the nightA broken heart, with no end in sightShe cries in silence, no one to seeWidow’s lament, forever to be

Wet AshesShe walks into the dream like smokeEyes like wounds that never closeTongue like wine on overexposedShe speaks in gasps and finger tips You don’t remember falling inIt’s just a dream, but it fucks like truthYou wake with nails still in your thighsAnd sheets that whisper lullabiesBut damn, you swear–You’d die to sleep back there

Walls and ShadowsThe walls were cracked, and shadows filled the hallsI hid from screams that echoed every nightMy father’s rage, like thunder, always callsA broken home, with nothing left in sight The bottles lined the kitchen like a prayerGin and vodka whispered in the airI learned to tiptoe, learned that life’s unfairWhile maggots crawled where

Voicemail to NowhereThe kitchen clock is ticking like a finger on a trigger

Urban Rust In the heart of the city, where skyscrapers clawed at the sky and streets hummed with the ceaseless drone of life, Emma and I carved out a fragile sanctuary. My name is Alex, and I want to share with you the story of how love, once a bright beacon in our lives, struggled