Refrain

trample through the deepest wood
keep coming back to the place, where once i stood
looming shadow trails each step
frightened will never be prepped

cautionary tale of the bygone days
tripping, tumbling along the way
deconstructing every single play
in the abyss where it should lay

gripping tight to my sanity - hope
seeking for a place of sanctuary - despair
drudging through mundanity - ecstasy
losing amongst obscurity - agony

life is but a memory

His Eyes

my friend steven and i wrote this poet after we saw a fatal accidence.

a new beginning

Happy New Year Everyone.