Emptiness

© T. B. Jackson

I walk into an empty space

Void of all but air to breathe

Longing for companionship

But then fear soon outweighs the need

Fear of what I can't be sure

It permeates throughout my mind

Etched into my deepest thoughts

Stifling my heart's desires

It could be said I run from life

Or shy away from human touch

Buried in a lightless dream

Without hope and without love

And time is long, not so with life

But still no sign presents ahead

So as I wonder what could be

In loneliness my heart laments

Pictures of You

© T B Jackson

Ink on archival paper

Reveals a memory from the past

Like a dark and distant shadow

Across my mind it has been cast

It tells me of the fun we had

That will never be again

And despite the sadness that entails

Those memories remain

Physically I know that I will

Feel your touch no more

Emotionally you're always there

Knocking at the door

“Come in” I call, there's no reply

No matter how I pray

But still I ask for one more time

While staring at your face

All I have are pictures of you

To remind of those times

Images of memories

To last me all the while

Regrets

© T. B. Jackson

I was left without words when I saw you today

In silence I fell, my thoughts taken away

The sound of your voice, the glint in your eyes

I just wanted to hold you, to love you tonight

It's been far too long yet time has stood still

Like in exile alone on the edge of a hill

No rhyme and no reason can explain it to me

Why it is that a love that's so pure cannot be

You know of my feelings, the truth cannot hide

As sure as a cork bobs its way on the tide

And I run from your sight, I know not what to do

But I cannot erase what is is real, what is true

The only regret I will take to my grave

If I meet with my maker, if ever I'm saved

Will be never knowing just what might have been

Had I opened my heart and allowed you within

Short

© T. B. Jackson

If my contact seems to wane

Please don't hate me

If I fail to return your calls

Please don't berate me

It's not that I don't love you

You should know my love is true

I just need time alone to think

Time alone to work things through

Rising

© T. B. Jackson

The sun displays her orange yellow hues across the morning sky

As if on queue the fog begins to rise over the serenely quiet river

Swirling upwards, enveloping me with her stifling beauty

Until all I can feel, all I can taste, is her sweet refreshing touch

Soothing and clearing my innermost thoughts and desires

And then, once more on queue, begins to disperse

Ever so slowly, at first,

Quickening until all that’s left is a memory of something that was,

But is no more.

The Dream

© T. B. Jackson

You didn't care that I could see

You glanced and then continued on

Not worrying of what might be

Or what it was that you'd become

Respect had drawn another bow

No real thought for love, just need

You know you reap just what you sow

Returns untold from tiny seed

As I approached and tried to ask

You turned and ran, too scared to speak

Unable to complete your task

You fell to ground, your knees turned weak

And then the blame you tried to lay

But it was you, you can't deny

You gave yourself, your love away

No hesitation, reason why

And I wonder if you understand

Just how much love for you is near

Though you may feel a lonely hand

To us your heart we hold so dear

The road

© T. B. Jackson

I've been driving down this winding road

No destination set in stone

Aimless wandering, so it seems

To somewhere, nowhere, in between

Each day I cover further miles

And each one leads into the night

As darkness falls I still push on

Sometimes until the rising sun

And then I sleep for half a wink

But when I wake I hardly blink

Before I hit the road again

Just like a circle, there is no end

But what else is there to be done

To stagnate here would be no fun

Adventure is the only way

From day to night, from night to day