Sink
L.C. McQuillen 27.07.17 If the sound of the waves do not bring you peace, then let the sharks come and feast, because your soul, my dear, is beyond relief. Let the sharks come and sink in their teeth.
Condition
Tumbleweed
L.C. McQuillen 28.05.17 I keep scratching out The words I’ve written. Maybe I should restart With a pencil; But something in my soul Relates To the tumbleweed like Etches strewn about The page. It may perhaps be More of a representation Of my current feelings Then
Take Me Home
L.C. McQuillen 21.05.17 This has been slow, Slower than it’s ever been. I find myself with Heightened hesitancy And cautious pace. I’ve ran this trail before Really ran, But the momentum Threw me farther When I tripped. So each time, I decreased a little And looked down A bit more Still recovering from sores. Falling
Fool’s Gold
L.C. McQuillen 16.02.17 I will not be Inclined to Decline myself To that which Is breathless. I will not bow down To a morsel of metal Or a gemstone, In fact I will Place them Under my feet, So the idea Will not seep Into my mind That an item Is worth more Than an
Character
L.C. McQuillen 02.02.17 Ignorance Rings the door bellOf a closed mind.NaivetéLeads him in.He is fed From father Contempt,And kept Warm by Mother Obstinate.Until they See through The windowWhat they Do not understand They send Ignorance out Once more With hate Holding his hand.