Musicless

Be silent O voice of mine

Though I know you long to sing

Thy notes and cords fall harsh

Upon my lover’s ear

Be still my trembling lips

Let no sound usher from thee

No tune you have mastered

Will please the man I love

No lullaby my child tonight

For I will not offend thy sire

What melody I could proffer

Would be like an ass’ bray

Suicide

Suicide: to murder oneself

So many different

But my favorite would have to be

The murder of the mind

For if words are blood

Then the pen is the knife

And each new work

A deep slash on the wrist

I should be by all rights dead

But the mind has an endless reservoir

Even with infinite cuts

It will never bleed out completely

Broken Outlet

Writing be my only outlet

And yet even there I fail

My thoughts are so congested

I cannot find peace

Not even within these lines

Taunted by superiority

Left a broken woman

On the floor of the pit