An old piece of writing I found from years ago...
It was night. Eight minutes and forty-three...

This is a reposted poem back from 2006
___________Autumn...

Isolated...crumbled...the fallen diamond
Has rested; fragmented...

Verse 1
Take my hand. Let our fingers touch...

I threw this together. Though this is not exactly...

'Til light blends in the midst of night,
And bends beyond mirror glass walls...

Tinted Earth: Blocked in masquerade
Brick stacked on Brick on Brick...fall...

Painted black: Stripped White
Tangled nest of autumns' shred...

Based on a true story
Verse One...

[Rise Against] The Roadside
'Til the tint of silver faded light...

Snow melted below zero, below sight
Fogged pane? Sunlit branch? Nothing...

Solitude
I never thought to bathe in solitude...