Broken Window
I watch a boy through a broken window.
He plays with a dozen other boys.
As I watch, the boys disappear
And only he is left.
I hold out my hand to the boy
But he does not see it.
His tears create a river
And I disappear.
The boy watches me through a broken window.
I play with a dozen other boys.
As he watches, the boys disappear
And only I am left.
The boy holds his hand out to me
But I do not see it.
My tears create a river
And the boy disappears.

Scarecrow
The man in the field is waiting.
Tethered to a pole he is waiting.
He is standing, watching, waiting
For me.
Hating me, despising me.
He wants to kill me.
His malice makes even the birds fly away.
I stay in the house, fearing this man.
This man who is filled with hate
Will kill me.
He wants me dead.
I could bear this burden no longer, and put a gun to my head.
I am dead now, but by my hand.
But still he is standing, watching, waiting
For me.

Ouroboros
It goes around and around and around.
It never stops.
It goes ‘round and ‘round
And I’ll never get off.
I watch the madness of infinity
As it destroys the minds of the future
Just to go around and around again.
‘Round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round and ‘round.
Even if I stop
It always continues
Going around and around and around.
A serpent, loving, hating, hurting.
Feeling.
As it goes around.
Around and around and around and around.