Today’s Treasures

Cheap, easy, disposable

lives, filled with empty things

that we grow tired of every day

and throw away without

a thought, the lost, the discarded

waiting in piles we’ve shoved

away, out of sight.

Sanctuary

I couldn’t tell you what I’m seeing

through these eyes broken and bleeding

burning in my head

everyday nightmares creeping from

the real world into my nighttime

sanctuary, no longer safe

no longer mine.

Daydream

Still in the dark, the voices

screaming behind closed eyes

Pleading for escape an exit

false in the daylight where

everyone pretends that they’re

all fine, screaming behind

the smiles of necessity.