I want
To cut...
It'll just be small cut
And then it'll all be alright...
Tho' I have aged, her grave appears as new;
Instilled in time with time that stole her youth...
Why now?
Why this emptiness...
Even though the sound of my cries
Can only be heard in my mind...
a boy in a bubble
a man in his room...
We beg those who bring themselves close to death...
I'm falling. Stumbling and tripping over my feet...
July 5, 2019
On the day that we met...
I can't always write about you
but here lately your eyes dance...
I write of grievance to the Reaper's will;
Who'll take me nether, just tho' it will be...
I’m ok with the pain.
It’s a dark place...
Her words become shortened
as each day is knitted into the final...