Rationed Words

His silent simmering 
Was a beacon 
For those adrift 

For those who swayed
Upon the currents of dreams 
For the far-away travelers
Engulfed, by silent peril 

He rationed his words 
Through a labyrinth of verse 
Through the treacherous bends
Of careless chatter 

Inward he dove
Unfazed and quiet  
As the watchful hordes 
Simmered 
In desperate longing

Ghostly Regrets

 
Orphaned deeds
Now flood
The hull of my conscience

Storming the gash
As I topple over
Full with remorse
Hopelessly, Overrun

I reclaim the sorrows
I've spun and left for dead
In the bountiful silence
Where turmoil, hails supreme

Quietly listing
The dark is to loom
As a vise, crushing
From all around

Until Struggling was Futile

 
The allure of silence
Was an anchor in secret
Drawing me ever closer
To the depths of many before

It was a tremendous weight
Laying claim to my weary figure
Lassoing my limbs
In the boundless haze
Of my day to day basking

Until the final gasp
I did not know
Until struggling was futile
I was not sure

Gleefully I sank
Until the surface
Was beyond
My desperate reach

Paper Walls

 
Thin walls
Lend me the world
The ills of kinship
All trials endured

I brace in the swell
Of transient memories
First world gossip
The flare of household names

Through frailest ivory
Coarse words intrude
Coiling the solitude
That ensnares my peace of mind

Racing thoughts
Blend
With a flurry of everyday musings

My name
Casually spent
To garnish every memory spun

Sullen
I cannot reply
With a mind paralyzed
By the inner thrash of panic

Rationed Loneliness (My first attempt at rhyming)

In blessed gloom
I stowed away
My quiet vessel
Where I toil and fray

The dreary open
Surrounds, and pummels my agony
Wretchedly marooned
Rotting and enslaved by atrophy

This solitude Ive earned
Swallows, the fabric of brotherhood
Crafting my comfort in emptiness
Conditioned, to be blissfully misunderstood

I ration this loneliness
Treasuring its deathly bloom
Where I speak softly, of my worldly ills
In the arms of blessed gloom