Hurt cannot be erased.
Damages cannot be simply plastered over with the...
The low pressure depression
has lifted...
The roses of ambience buds thorns
Unto an ally it is given...
Medication
Is not illumination...
and if you ever feel like giving up-
Remember the stars in the sky...
House of horrors
Open at night...
The size of our suffer
Is relative to each other...
Speak
Speak to me, soul...
At dawn
Truth shall arise...
SILENCE.... is an uneasy, dead noise.
A voice wanting to be heard...
I have grown patience
regained my strenght...
Modern day living
urban blocks of depression...