Ugly darkness, wakeful skies,
bone weary heart heavy sighs...
The phenomena
wasn't...
I am the dot that ends all my written worries,
doubts and insecurities, in the palm of my diary...
Camouflaged deeply in the midnight sky
between galaxies of the past; I became...
Was it that long ago I was restricted,
by soldiers of our country wearing...
In the backwoods
lies a ghost of a river...
Oh God, my God
Who is like unto You...
I feel you, niggling at my conscience. Telling me...
You drove me to the brink of suicide, you...
My classmate across the psychology room
finally spoke up...
His baggage is heavier than mine
and the spirits of the place can't understand...
Scampering in shambles,
she, a wild dandelion...
Oh weary heart, please hush your weeping beats
and calm the storm that rages with your fears...