Claustrophobia

I think I am beginning to feel claustrophobic, with the weight of my multiple personalities closing in on me.

How Things Are

I suppose that’s how things are.

They fall apart,

And scatter at your feet,

You trample them

In the rush of time

And as you gather them

On a lonely winter night

Fall away again,

Through the nooks and corners

Of your arms and your heart.

Pathways of The Mind

Why is it

That every place

And every space

Twists and turns,

Interlinks

And leads me back to you?

Someone I Knew Died The Day Before

Someone I knew died the day before.

Someone I knew
Briefly, for a day,
Died,
Quietly, of age, at peace,
The day before.

The Pleasures Of Travel

A reflective poem jotted on a lone train travel.