If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

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…

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

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,