izaak – Page 2 – Writ Tight

Ashes, Ashes

the me tomorrow
is not the me of today
nor would I want that

It’s the greatest pain
to discover true beauty
but find it too much

Ugh, don’t you just hate it when people try to categorize you?

What do you want to be when you grow up?

And she’s sweeter than honey
And just unbearably shy
Of dispositions: sunny,
And brighter than the sky

Something unrequited
that can never quite be had
Love or lust that’s out of reach
just fanciful and sad

This poem is about cancer.

Posted on July 5, 2019 by izaak

Day, night, dark, light
There’s nothing quite as stark
The path of shadow drinking light
Bathing the world in dark

Does our presence change the air?
Are places differed by our being there?

This is the opening poem for my sci-fi novel: A World Sings Itself.
Maybe you’ll hear some more about it, in the future?