Happy Birthday to me…


Getting closer to my end I stand

barely scraping the surface of my life

pretentious in my attempts to find glory

as I wore my years with pride,

but dreams after time have dried

and I dwell in the middle of my story

with bloody hands holding the knife

that sliced away everything I am.


In Passing


In Passing

Like stars so close and yet so far

the lives around a dwindling light

of memories recalled at night

the ones that left a trace or scar.


And none I’ll take away with me

when death shall come to claim,

none to keep and none to blame

for what it was or couldn’t be.


Like passing clouds across the sky

with time some memories are gone,

the lives that touch me deep inside

like distant stars to them I’m drawn.