Author of Denial

Stale coffee,

cigarette long burned out.

Sitting still in the dim light,

thinking of you.

A vibrant memory takes me away to a forgotten realm,

so gentle was those kisses that I feel abused.

Walking along the dream tides,

giving all to you.

Everything was brand new,

a virgin to love.

Your hands molding me into a golden statue,

breathing life into my stillborn clay.

Now as time swings on by,

I have lost that golden shine.

Tiny tears tells the story,

forever hiding in the closet of denial.

Scared to withdraw my farce anger,

not wanting to bring out the angel trapped within.

Quiet melody is the blood in my veins,

meteoric shyness to those I meet.

Tiring magic drains my energy,

preferring to dwell in the arms of miserable existence.

Watching my youth fade into a bitter old man,

never realizing there is a family for me.

Introverted by nature,

loneliness is a close kin.

In my heart I yearn to feel a passionate embrace of a woman.

Ever dying to unshroud my nightmares,

demons parade in my waking days.

Alone in this aptitude I find solace in my fictional grave.