Alone, in the same old crowd, trying to ignore this stifling pain. I am but
Been wasting away in this hovel for too many days to count; wishing, hoping, scheming, sometimes even praying, for any way to get out.
If I could steal you out of time, there would be no place to hide. I would finish what was started when you left me here to die. It’s not vengeance which I seek,
I am crying now. I don’t know why. Am I supposed to know why it is I cry ? Though I always feel
My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…
I have suffered much while upon this earth, so aching to belong. To whom, or what, or why?
I come to the village well today, though without a need to drink. My worldly thirst now quenched, with home and hearth supplied. I am here to fill a deeper vessel
That blue-gray rainy day, the blue-gray funeral parlor. There you were laid out in blue and gray. So still.
There’s a furious raging mob out beyond the temple walls; howling with a lust for murder of the next contender for their cr… It's more to do with feral instinc…
Seems no way out, but deep within. There’s a resonant voice calling from the depths of my being; I am not what you imagine me to be…
Listen. There it is. The hum of perfect silence at the centre of all that is, and isn’t.
I am that scruffy urchin trembling in the winter chill, with hungry eyes as wide as your fancy dinner plate, staring with an empty longing
Almost silent, A numbing hum. It is a cold cloudless night. A brilliant bone-white moon hovers amidst stars upon stars upon stars…
He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs
I’m not angry with you. I am hurting, and as usual, I don’t know why. I don’t know why I cry