I read such woeful words penned by a fallen brother; his message cut me deeply. He prayed to all that’s holy that he might cry again.

“Don’t say anything!” spoke the shadow in the doorway. I was seven years of age. I lay limp upon the couch, still recovering from

I commit myself to God; sometimes, not often. I believe in God; sometimes,

Sweet Mary Jane bade me follow where she led. I went eagerly. She was my life’s one true love. All the others,

Come out, come out, wherever you are. I know you’re in here. You dirty little secret.

Not a poem. I hurt; like a Frankenstein monster. Iron fist. Unrelenting.

Not so long ago I was convinced you were the culprit, the masked robber of my sacred trust.

There are no pictures on these wal… no mountain lakes nor sailing ship… Not long ago there were no walls Life was lived outside your window… I’d tried to live within four wall…

My bucket had a hole in it. I kept trying to fill it. The more I tried, the more flowed down the drain. It wasn’t for lack of what was nee…

You think you know me, that figment dancing in your mind’… You think you understand me, that puppet dangling from imaginar… You believe you know what’s best f…

The old priest gazes out upon his… each head bowed before the sacred… A scarred and broken bodied warrio… seeking inner peace and final abso… An elderly wealthy man of commerce…

Cast adrift in an unknown sea. By my pride. Alone Missing you,