Brian Campbell Poems

Deep in the past;
On through the night,
Thoughts provoked me
Withholding sight.
...

Hide the lust;
Hide the pain.
Did you plan it
This way again?
...

Down at the pier 
Of alabaster dreams,
Nothing is real 
It's just what it seems.
...

I
do
Not
Fail
...

The closest fire burned on the lake.
My iron heart that night split
Into tiny pieces for you to take
And hold in requiem of memories bit
...

Speechless he stood to the side,
My own thoughts died then.
Shaken? In pain? Hurt?
...