You ever stop and realize you are
the ghost in your own story, standing...
Donnie Smyth,
If you were sitting next to me, sharing this view...
I felt afraid
the first time I knew...
Scrambling for purpose,
Sinking further down, down...
Upon the hills of rocks and stone
beyond moor of meadow dawn...
All humans suffer
grief throughout their dull lives...
The day
I scribe...
Hidden secrets lie,
Hidden dreams fly...
Nothing about me
is worth the hurt...
The eerie silence is an echoless sound
Miserably beating & starting to pound...
Suicide is never
Understood but...
Death, is but a beginning, or so said heroes of...
A journey far away, one must take on their own...