Garbage In; Garbage Out.

I thought I was a poet,
with voices inside my head.
Words whispering that they,
must be born in ink and read.

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HAIKU: MELANCHOLY FEELINGS

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A word of regret

WHAT IS IT?? (WITH REFLECTIONS)

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Is it a question?

is it an exclamation

or just an enigma

~ I’ll Not Ask You Again ~

 

I’ll be gone
Latched in pine
Covered in dirt
And the hurt
Will consume you

I Want to Know Why…?

I want to know why I wasn’t brave or strong or true,
Why all I’ve ever done is love only you?
I want to know why I’ve been so selfish and so weak,
Why, when it mattered most, I could never bring myself to speak?

I want to know why I walked away from the love I needed best,
Why you could always be trusted to respond to each request?
I want to know why I promised to honour Him and forsake You,
Why You later had to go and do the same thing with Her too?

Promise Me

Promise me that you’re happy, that nothing is breaking your heart,
Promise me that your house is strong, and isn’t just falling apart.

That the kids fill your heart full of happiness, and give you a feeling of pride,
That your wife is a wonderful woman, who reminds you each day of your bride.

I hope that your job is fulfilling and lets you exercise your fine mind,
That your downtime is fun and relaxing, with friends of that special kind.

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The deluge pours down
As I spiral
Onwards through life,
Encapsulated movie plays
As the rain
Washes it all,
Mostly away

Love Is Gone

I sit here contemplating the future
But you’re all I think of
We try and stay afloat
But our love would always sink us

I pretend the problem’s solved
Once I forget the question
But you ask again
Because you don’t learn your lesson

Every Chance I Get

I don’t know what tomorrow will bring
Or even how today will end
But I do know that of all of my blessings
The greatest are my family and friends.