I hide here behind a genuine misbelief that I am special, I am different I and only I

Forgiveness? Not on your life. My life was stolen from me. For what?

He’s been around the block and even toured the world, with scars upon scars to show from many a hard-fought battle. Yet like many old dogs

The old man, who thinks he’s dying, approached me with these words. I am sorry

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.

Time wears away at me, like water on a stone, oh, so slowly, but inevitably, drop by drop,

Here he comes again, riding tall upon his hellish steed… Dead eyes red, charging straight towards me. No joy in that demonic laugh,

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…

I was seven years old. I approached the priest in earnest… “I want to take the lord Jesus in… He instructed me to kneel and pray… A week passed.

Hello, can you see me here? Please, might you stop awhile. I am the one you pass by daily as you hurry homeward bound. I am that one who’s least of us.

The storm is brewing. I smell it in the air. I am panicking. I fear this tempest might cost my life.

I was addressed today in the secret silent language that everyone knows; except for me. It was assumed I’d know exactly