A Spell Unspoken

Waking hours ever waning
My life continues on unchanging
A spell cast in the mind becomes
Nothing more than the words I’m still not saying.

Unraveling

I’m deserving of the stares:
It’s all coming undone.
Anyone who cares
Eventually will run.
I feel myself unraveling —
And who is pulling at the thread?
Just my demon back from traveling,
Whom I’d just pronounced dead.

Undone In the Darkness

It isn’t for the first time
And it won’t be for the last
That I sit here in the darkness
And I think about my past.

The things I never did;
The things I would have said;
The things I only dreamed of —
It means nothing in the end.

Because I sit here in the darkness;
In the darkness of my heart,
And you can’t light a candle
If you never even start.