(2013)
#Fear #LonelinessLove #Pain
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,
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
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 pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future