(2013)
A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
What do I do now? Where do I go from here? What does this mean for us? How Do
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
You Were the sunlight. You brought me
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.
When is something truly hopeless? Is it when you cannot go on? When life throws impossible obstac… Is it that moment when you give up… Tired of the injustice and apathy?
Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions
