Trapped in memories of our yesteryears,
that are locked in archives in my mind,
I can’t advance while stalled in the

What has my life become?
Emotions storm like a raging sea.
Regret, remorse, despair, and grief,
these waves break on top of

Tranquility rests over valleys and hills

(it's too good to last -

a storm's rising fast).

As long as you look at the ground,

Stuck in time, sick with shame

I know not of who I am

Why I am here

Daily struggles become ugly nightmares

Rearing their gargoyle

EULOGY FOR HER

In the fresh hush after her death,
My face, flushed with icicle tears,
Expresses new geography, earning lines,
As