I went to fill my glass
With water
(In a moment of a sigh)
the glass
slips out of my hand
(and hits and floor)
broken glass
is everywhere
(on the linoleum floor)
I stoop over to pick up
The broken pieces
As a tear falls from my eye
Why is picking up the pieces
Always so hard
To do
And my tears are no different
From the spilled water on the floor
When I was young
I wrote poetry for my ego
– always about me and my miseries
When I matured
I wrote poetry for humanity
– speaking of love, experience and human needs
Now I am aged
I write poetry for necessity
– recording little things that have made me
Deep endless flows
From a place
Long forgotten
I am one without
A soul
Just anguish that’s left hidden
I am neither deep nor wide
I am ill defined
I am one’s old discarded good-bye
The one with no wants or will
No warmth or chills
I am stagnant in this place
And once a goodbye is said and done
Discarded to a sordid place
Neither heaven’s gate or hell’s fiery
Give my thoughts any resting-place
– By Jaene F. Castrillon
CRACKS
Walking by the cracks on the pavement
Under the dimly lit
streetlight waiting
For any car to give me refuge tonight
Heels tapping by the bronze plate
on Jarvis Street
People walking by glance at me ….
Am I trash on the street?
How does it feel to be different from me
While I wait
for my tricks
sitting here
a hooker
writing poetry
HUNGER
Isn’t it easy to judge me
on this
chilly humid night
Driving by in your
vehicles and luxury
I can’t afford your vehicles
and my pride is your luxury
My pitiful ego available at a price
why don’t you buy
a piece of me
With your luxury
So tonight I can eat
starve one less night
before
I sleep
RUNAWAY YOUTH
Goodnight
Sleep tight
I’m on the street tonight
but who cares about me
I’m cold and I cannot sleep
A beggar, a squeegie, a hooker, a nuisance
What do I aspire to be?
or is aspire too much of a luxury?
alive or dead
dreams are starving me
cause I am nothing but
a black spot on your routine
DO I KNOW YOU?
I broke a mirror once
Shattered
Shards
Scattered
on the bathroom floor
my
reflection
disordered
distorted
disfigured
broken like……………..
INSANITY PLEA
Lost
Misguided
deluded
in my own reality
I’m looking for something……
can
you
help
me
My cries and pleas
covered by
INSANITY
WHEN SHALL I WAKE
Hush little one don’t say a word and never mind
the voice you heard it’s daddy tucking you into
bed and kissing you on your sweet little forehead
Sun shines brightly through the window
She lies there unprotected
Golden rays of the sun caress her body
She is everything a child should be
sleeping peacefully
She stirs and hears the door
She smiles and pretends to sleep
He covers her, uncle jeff
A big rock pushes toward her there
It’s OK, she’s clothed not bare
He wears his usual sleeping clothes
his eyes I guess were closed
No it wasn’t really a rock
The pain engulfs-sunlight’s gone
She searches frantically for dawn
Is she dreaming
He’s gone
This child has died
When shall I ever wake
Strolling down a drizzingly street
Maybe waiting
Maybe going somewhere
Sauntering slowly
Maybe hoping
Maybe wanting
Maybe
A street with no end
A road that goes anywhere
Maybe trying
Maybe not
Brooding fog and rain
To shield me in the night
Wanting nothing
Except
To go nowhere
Dark sunken features
Shadows etched in your
weary face
A drink for companion
Smoke curling
In the air
Framing
Your traveling thoughts
Sit here and forget your sorrows
With me
Stranger traveling tonight
I don’t have anywhere to go
No appointments to make
Sit here and keep solace at bay
Let us drink for today
Smoke for tomorrow
And forget your traveling weary shadows
As my hand rests on yours
Today my daughter
Lost that shine
Those wide gleaming eager eyes
That glistening shine
Of childhood
That shows no fear, no lies
Today that shine
Is dull and dim
And I can not explain why
Today my daughter
Lost that shine
And a mother’s heart cries