(2014)
At this point, my anxiety and depression were snowballing into what they are today.
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?
Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...
Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,
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,
I let you go Why? After countless hours, After loving words, and secrets,
Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future
I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
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…
First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody