An escape is what I've needed.Not another joint full of weed leading,To a high so egregious,As I would rather lay low and carry on defeating!Every nagging thought keeping me away from what I truly love… Poetry,A pen and pad along side a good reason.To never give up on myself instead of listening to demons hoping... Continue Reading →
Wounded Soldier
Health is an oddity in my lonely life.Although I wake with energy surging through my finger tips,My legs are too fatigued to walk toward boxes of journals full of what could be the difference,In a life I don't feel is worth living anymore… Rather,What's left of me should be given to a soul who needs... Continue Reading →
Is There A Cure?
People often search for a cure. A cure to heal the sorrows of loss, endings and confusion. Whether it’s the designated wine glass, grape Dutch Master or darkest memory, you use it to run away into illusions of happiness, when surely you know it’s temporary no matter how long it lasts. But, is there such... Continue Reading →