Little Things
Are So Important To Me...
My name, it is not Jack,
And I do not have a spring...
Stretching my pills of eternal happiness
to their absolute max...
Fields of dew speckled greenery lay ahead;
soft, flowing, sweet smelling beds of grass...
What you do not see...
Are the five other patients...
It's amongst us
filling our veins...
The morning house was dark that day,
the bedroom rank with fear...
I long for you - day and night,
missing your warm embrace...
Early days
seized chaos...
Heart
t r u m p s...
A benign blank page
frequently reflects the condition...
Your eyes bore into the depths of my being,
I'm curious to know, what you are seeing...