FreelyPennedDepressionThe stain of sadness and sorrow And the longing for something more.1 min read·Nov 25, 2020----
FreelyPennedUntitled 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.1 min read·Nov 25, 2020----
FreelyPennedThe 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…1 min read·Nov 25, 2020----
FreelyPennedWhittle 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…1 min read·Nov 24, 2020--1--1
FreelyPennedNot quite a pit of blackness, but just a constant nausea.A swirling sea of confusion, I sit and lie awake, wondering the meaning.1 min read·Nov 24, 2020----
FreelyPennedApathetic Days.Not quite a pit of blackness, but just a constant nausea.1 min read·Nov 24, 2020----
FreelyPennedThe 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…1 min read·Nov 22, 2020----
FreelyPennedThe 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…1 min read·Nov 22, 2020----