It seems friendships have become
altered in an unusual way...

Buried amidst illusions,
soul soothed...

Weary eyes struggling to remain open,
heavy with tears that flow rapidly...

Coated with thick dust lies a diary,
concealed tightly by a decaying lock...

Coated concrete gray skies hover overhead
this somber atmosphere, as silence cloaks...

The thought of missing you, and wanting to be with
you more and more everyday resulted in this poem...

Apocalyptic sunrise -
soft skies of electric blue...

Often the clock slowly
whimpers, face sullen...

I tend to wrestle
with my emotions...

"Every end has a new beginning"
Hope stood betwixt...

``This is 100% real. It is a prose/letter. I kind...
Well, look where I am again, back at square one...

As the sun crosses earth
in vernal equinox...