(2014)
At this point, my anxiety and depression were snowballing into what they are today.
If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much
The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody
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?
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,
A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.
People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much
A pit of spikes A trench fill with mustard gas. A stiletto between the ribs.
That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?
Some say Hell is fire and brimstone. Some say Ice and darkness. Endless suffering, Eternal damnation.
Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide
Why do you listen to the lies? How do you not see
In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,
The one I Love most. My outlet of reason, The voice through the phone. A mirror of sorts.
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
Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed