Wasted Time

Empty palms reading brail
Written words across your brow
Time is just an illusion
Existing within a rhythm
Creating our own timepiece

Fresh Air

When will you purge the past that cultivates and nurtures deadly mold?

Silent Wishes

Staring at ghosts through a phantom window
Unwilling to turn away
Allowing the air to be taken from room

Embedded Debris

Will anyone see the pith that stumbled on embedded debris