I didn’t make it
Cut from the lot
Standing alone
Not knowing what’s up
What’s not.
I know it’ll be over
I’ll pass on
But for now
I’m lonely, fractured
Having trouble to cope
To move on.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2019



Anger still
Dwells in my head.
Rushing rage
Instead of quiet thoughts
Those not laid to bed
Ones none can quiet
Pushing thru
Shoving niceness
Out the door
Seeing red.
A cold blizzard
Filled with evil
The only thing in store.
Standing alone
Hurting head
Wrongs done
Festering
Boiling in my veins
Cursing
Spewing words of malice
Unprecedented dread.
Anger still
Still anger in my head.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016