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.

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

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.

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

Of the Day. I want to feel alive. Whole. I want to know

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 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