What you know of me
is a layer of paint on a canvas...
Your warmth
was like the melodious whispers of a harp...
I stumbled upon the stage of trepidation-
falling-tripping; fumbling my...
My Love,
I'm watching you...
Depression, well he's a beast,
He has a cold and deathly clutch...
There is so much death in here-
My body that is...
The day punched me like a thug.
In the blinding white canteen...
Alone, so alone, for all my sins, I atone
I need a hand to lead mine, a light to be shown...
I remember it
like it was yesterday...
Dancing fingers
Trace the cracks...
You may not know it...
But...
Dead, motionless – there she was:
the wingless dove...