My...
My sadness drowns my heart My grief fills my eyes with tears My sorrow hits me as cold dart My mourn sprouts my inner fears My light has changed to darkness My warm has decreased to cold My strength has diminished to weakness My youth has aged...
Why?
My heart burns in flames of despair Powerless partly to repair The crater in my soul resides Where my being lonely bides The tears of grief I truly shed Curled up in my broken bed Hoping briefly for a bright light To shine on my heart of...
Short Stories: Why Exist? Part 6
I am alone yet again, even though I was in a group call where everybody was cheery and happy. They all seemed to enjoy themselves by calling each other names and yell silly stuff... yet it was just not suited for me. I felt the warming welcome and the...
You are my...
You are my Rose, The red, blooming Rose, Red as the warming flame Soothing my demons and warming my beasts I will be your thorns, Defending you from harm You are my Dove, The white, peaceful Dove, White as the whitest sand You cover my shores...