Shadows all around Smothering the ground Scraping along the walls Of my mind A thing of darkness

Is it dark? Or am I blind? The spirals of encroaching night Betray the trust of the light. Shadows wail beyond the mist

Writing poetry at 4 am Is not as romantic as the poets sa… It is not with love I write Or hatred It is neither

Your inability to see What’s killing me Endlessly This is my destiny A loop of death

What is the most painful word? Is it hate? That abject raging emotion that… Hate can be fulfilled, one way or… Or maybe it’s sadness?

There lies a wooden cabin Just big enough for one With a garden full of every colour… Growing softly, surely in the dark… With a pond to one side

The Colours Are Almost Gone ‘Countless bursts of colours swim… Vivid explosions of expression That know no bounds That never had bounds

What is the blackness other than n… Could it be something tangible? Something you can embrace? What if it is the one embracing? Every night, as you lie

Great eagles soar Over canyons high Omnipotent eyes searching for Doorways to another Blooming sunburst

Dim, grim, dark nights For thoughts to grow And darken even further still Sad, twisted, angry thoughts Swirl in the blackness that

center WILL HE JUMP? HE STANDS THERE WAITING

The smile hides the tears The laugh conceals the pain The jokes save them from his suffe… “I’m fine” he says “I’m okay” he says

I don’t belong here Destined for another place So lonely It crushes me Falling through a black abyss

The frost on the trees Glittering in the morning light A shroud of purest white Lies upon the field A blanket with the waves of a sea