points of focus…
dreams dreamt
demanding, unforgiving;
but those not
are worse…
real time night terrors.
Too many
thoughts of love, of loss.
The losing side
wins on these days
Too many
days of loss,
broken dreams,
unfulfilled promises;
I wallow,
listening to
angst-filled
songs of regret.
Too many
regrets for pouring one more.
It’s getting late;
too late to change course I fear…
Now, too heavy –
my heart to serve and facilitate
the purpose of understanding,
of finding new points of focus,
or even to dream again.
Only and just enough of me left,
I’m here serving up
too many
words on a page.
Never at a loss for words... 