Marianas Trench

It’s the way you hide

In the fire of a wood burning stove

All your passion’s laughter

Fall inside an ember

Trying to make a memory

With no recourse or action

Failing to remember, no recollection after

What it’s like to be alone

The sound of church bells ringing

And a light that slowly fades

To dream about you in later days

Waiting for that, which cannot stay

Never and far away

©️ The Sad Owl

Cynical Editor

Untimely undone

Redacted finally retracted

It hurts

To play off the edge

and fall

Is the worst

Why is it so bad to bounce off of the words

Of those you admire, everything that you’ve heard

It’s true

A cynic that limits their humor to curs

What life is that I ask but a curse

Indirect statements deter

Further edits from what it infers

Rascoulous behaviour of a writer

Can no longer fight her

My editor is simply the best

© The Sad Owl