Ghosts
I wake every morning and face your ghost A reminder each day what is gone Another memory not lost, but archived away
Month: September 2018
The Tide
Rolling in washing over inevitable force flowing into every conscious moment. finding who I am destroying who I was supposed to be
The cool dark night
Most monsters are not active. They just… “are”. It is their potential that terrifies. Sitting, invisibly, out there in the dark. Allowing
Brand New Truth
You’re all so fragileso brokenfractured beneath the skin Facade of virtueof kindnessCover the hate within Projecting weaknessyour flawed coreBecome what you despise.