I've splattered scraps of metaphors
and strings of heartache...
Band on table, glistening offers hope,
eyes cannot register any promise...
Your world has changed irreparably
even if in a manner long anticipated...
Sweet silence:
you're the sound that never ends...
People whisper; as I continue on,
oblivious to people's real thoughts...
At times I think; those whom overcome with sadness
Overbeared by an unshakable heaviness in their...
I wasn't designed
to be a scapegoat...
Upon my shoulders
either side...
It's been a year, but
I still wonder often if...
This is where we get her to talk
when she wants only to shut down...
The endless days that slowly pass
As the sun rises and sets...
A rolling cloud treads its way along tracks in the...
and through its mercy, a short Summer blast serves...