DepressionThe stain of sadness and sorrow And the longing for something more.Nov 25, 2020Nov 25, 2020
Untitled PoemTime it seems we don’t have enough, But too much in fact to really enjoy. Too much time filled with money, anger, and worry.Nov 25, 2020Nov 25, 2020
The Circle of LifeUp I rise, unaware, sun in my face, and still blurry-eyed. Not soon after, I begin to see what I believe to be the world around me…Nov 25, 2020Nov 25, 2020
Whittle AwayIn the wake I sit and wonder why I choose to drag it on. Does life not find a way to distract our lack of purpose. With no time to stop and…Nov 24, 20201Nov 24, 20201
Not quite a pit of blackness, but just a constant nausea.A swirling sea of confusion, I sit and lie awake, wondering the meaning.Nov 24, 2020Nov 24, 2020
The Enemy WithinOne day is better than the other but not because the day is any different. The days go by quite the same but my mind is the one to…Nov 22, 2020Nov 22, 2020
The Blood Soaked GrassUp the hill I climb Foot in front of foot The sun rises behind me The whipping wind in my face Lips are cracking Taste of blood in…Nov 22, 2020Nov 22, 2020
