Gently I’m aging
My hair may now be thinning
But my heart is not
I will facing growing older. There’s so much fear laden upon aging. I want to see reality.
poetry, prose, and photography
Self-hatred’s pain
Wretchedest of miseries
Can’t escape the mind
Echoing voices
Brief flickers of
Light behind my
Eyes seeing potential
Birthed by different
Choices of a life
Not lived
Caught unwary
Tinged these
With regret
Painful loss
Of a false future
A lie told to
Myself
Though I love haiku, I also love creating longer works and free verse.