J. J. Campbell

dark winter blues

by J. J. Campbell

endless grief

on these days

cold, dark winter

blues ripping the

night open with

heartbreak and

despair

the old lovers

come armed

to the teeth

they are out

for their pound

of flesh

you’re too cool

to play the victim

the sharp tongue

ready for any

battle

certain assholes

know how much

fun it is to burn

the fucking bridges

with people still

on it

in this damn void

by J. J. Campbell

another morning

that the world

didn’t end while

i was sleeping

yet another cup

of coffee that

isn’t strong

enough

trapped in this

damn void

destined for nothing

other than empty

promises and

endless suffering

love is a myth

anymore

one of those tales

you tell children

to give them hope

in the back of my brain

by J. J. Campbell

searching for the words

some emotion that

describes the moment

some desire tucked deep

in the back of my brain

cheating death

running out the clock

on life

all my dreams have

been ruined before

i even got the chance

to have them

another bleary winter

day

the love of your life

somewhere unknown

to you

rinse and repeat

does nothing change

because i enjoy the

madness or i don’t

deserve any better

than this

J.J. Campbell (1976 –?) is old enough to know better. He's been widely published over the years, most recently at Black Coffee Review, Synchronized Chaos, The Black Shamrock, Horror Sleaze Trash, and The Beatnik Cowboy. You can find him most days on his mildly entertaining blog, evil delights. (https://evildelights.blogspot.com)