5-6-19
I may not have grown up like you...
as the bugle played
wind blew their memories back...
To hear from her
explodes a thousand stars...
She held her child so tightly as she put him down...
Told him that she loved him and forever she would...
I see her footprints fade
upon the earth like a nightmare...
Lately, I keep making
grave mistakes...
The pain inside
was unbearable...
I can't tell if something's
changing in me or if it's the...
Crow sits upon
the...
I can see behind your stained eyes
That they're holding back a storm...
in your welling eyes
a torrent of agony...
Mine is a face better kept hidden.
A screen, a wall, a roof, the darkness...