I can’t get where I want to go
If
I don’t know where that is.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022


Snow flies
And we answer
Why? Why?
Blizzards blow fierce white
Changing darkness
Into a brilliant seeing night.
Cold with icicles
Dripping down
Covering a frigid, frozen ground.
Rivers run underneath
A covering of ice and snow
Sometimes more than a foot deep.
We live thru this
We
We do exist.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2018


Ghosts of devils past
Reign
Their leering faces laugh
Shrieking insane
It goes on and on
It seems to last
And
Last and last.
Those devils are just ghosts
Still
They haunt my head, my heart
They make me relive thoughts
I’d rather not
Those ghosts
Those devils of the past.
~ Patrice
@ Patrice Clarkson – 2022



Things happen
I don’t know why
Placing me in places
Sometimes sad
Sometimes I even cry.
Then the heavens open up
Raining down
Blessings warm and bountiful
Covering everything
Everything all around.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2018


