From passing storm with trying times,
my vessel worn from smeared begrimes...
No use in scheming,
To look for a bright and shiny sunny day...
It would begin as a whisper,
softly breathing lonely words in my ear...
A rose sits along a dry dusty sidewalk
Concealed by the strapping cement...
When monsters lurked beneath my bed,
And scary dreams fan through my head...
I cannot seem to destroy this pain,
I feel it's eating at me again...
Dreams of childhood
Coming to be true...
A father in his thirties
Snapped pictures...
Looking down from this steep ledge,
people look small; distant from life...
Tough survivor ( Quinzaine )
I am a tough survivor...
Wide Awake Road
Tentative silhouettes...
When your chips are down, and your plans unclear.
Everyone hides their darkest shades of fear...