Janice M Pickett
Janice M Pickett Poems
Thunder, followed by the harsh adrenalin rush
As lightening illuminates the unsuspecting
fragments of shattered nerves.
The spinning feeling which sets the unbalanced pivot
crashing against a pounding brain.
Which was is up?
Which way is any way at all?
Nobody understands how the pain rips
Right into the innermost corners of a false reality
Touched by fear,
Set alike by a cruel twist of fate
Beaten by the never ending knowledge
That it will happen, over and over again
Craving a peace that never comes
An gentle breeze to caress an aching ...
A Lovers Tale
If I lived in Australia and he in Singapore
We'd see each other once a year
hardly ever more
We'd own a ranch in Mexico
and a yacht in Waikiki
We'd use it on alternate trips
when we felt like living free