Through these caverns An echo mourns The passing of a life Wrought with hope And the illusion Of significance A wordless meaning Left hanging on
Category: Poetry & Prose
Never Quite There
There’s something wrong with me Unknowing, uncaring, unfeeling And finally, unwanting of this and Everything I’m convinced to want Look at how happy they all
This is Yours
if on your knees you find yourself bowing head, hands behind your back, begging mercy from the boots that march trampling those left standing who
Possibility of Existence
In deciding whether to maintain Or shatter the monotony I realize my underlying Fixation with lines A love affair, really Tracing, connecting, standing in Where
4 to 1
These malformed deficiencies of my soul Pull the strings of judgement, condemnation Navigating a fractured landscape, blind Projecting my own discretions tenfold Crashing against the
All I Have Ever Known
if i understood how to open my eyes would i dare to gaze beyond the fragile strands that define the only place i’ve ever known
The Stories In Between 