“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
The Witness
The cold rain on my shoulders
A bizarre evening in store
As I peer in through the curtains
I’m stunned to my core
…
A Feeling of Gray
Miles away, looking at myself
A hollow feeling inside
From out of nowhere it came
“Why”, it screams, says this simple mind
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Inside Out
Is it all that it was meant to be, or is already was…
Did I really get this far, when things were already done…
I recall the light shining, in the middle of the night…
Wishing that the screams inside, would come out into sight
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