(2014)
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future