Friday, November 9, 2012

It Leaked Out


Things That Go Bump in the Night 

I thought it was something to be scared of
Then I realized what that sound was.
My heart is now in the glass trophy case 
With a hard, stony middle and shiny, bronze base.
It doesn’t get to hit the floor 
When I roll over anymore.
I can sleep with all the other strange sounds 
That choose the dark time to make their rounds.
I can no longer hear nor feel the quake
That my heart breaking seems to make.

Copyright © 2012 NLG

Thursday, November 8, 2012

Change


Recycled

Feeling things I no longer wanted to feel,
Bombarding a heart that’d been locked down.
As if the keys to my most inner sanctum
Were freely being passed around.

But this time, I’m ready to be open to visitors.
Although, there’s only ever room for just one.
Instead of trying to hold and keep you here,
I just ask you leave the keys if, or when, you’re done.

I’ve truly retired my running shoes,
My emotions, too tired to chase anyway.
This time, I’ll let you come to me.
For the sun brought with it a new day.

Copyright © 2012 NLG