A poem I wrote a while ago, although it’s subject matter currently holds true.

Random thoughts…

Part 2..

He’s back again, Jake, deceiver of Air. I let it happen, in wanting to prove that things could go better the second time around with someone else out of the way that might have caused the end of our first relationship. As I later learn, we were destined to fail. But this is how I was perceiving things at the time in Part 2, the final bit to these poems.

Peope talking about each other.

There is not the slightest doubt, what anxiety is about –
Call it stress, call it tension, call it comfort in suspension –

Senseless imagination of deception?

Denial confuses the situation.

A need for understanding the way of life and love.

Illness can do so much to you.

Anger breeds in all of us – I think this poem describes that.