Horror Author
when the wind is lost
searching for time
trapped in the frost
the sun wont shine
it is a place
the dead men can find
life is not safe
with a man’s mind
within the snow
no one can stand
all that is not so
has now began
we will not rest
the search goes on
for what is left
and all that is gone
when the wind is lost
the dead men can find
all that is not so
and all that is gone
Early poetry from James. From the poetry collection Pariah Bound: The Lonesome Poetry.
Breathe – just breathe –
The panic will pass
The thoughts will pass
Everything will be okay
If you just take a breath
And think of your happiest memory
Or even a fantasy –
Just breathe –
Move around
Distract yourself
Stay busy
And stop the darkness
From consuming you –
Inhale – exhale –
The darkness never lasts forever
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
Sitting in a coffee shop
Writing on a notepad
Sipping glorious bean water
Feeling destroyed but also numb
I don’t want to be here anymore
And there’s nowhere to go
All exits lead to other
Places I don’t want to be
I sip the bean water
I write the words
Life continues around me
Without me
My contribution to the
Human condition goes ignored
Will they remember it
When I’m dead
From the poetry collection Cats, Coffee, Catharsis.
James Pack 