I’m more than just spent but there’s no one to blame, more than one perpetrator, but can’t release the name.
There are but the echoes of the past,People have come and gone,Leaving behind the pieces of…
come heremy lovelet me tell yousomething
As time goes on and on,They slowly get off the train.One by one, until there is no…
When my wife asks me about Meakin Webb, about what he was like, I tell her he was quiet. The kind of teenager who wasn’t comfortable…
My life is a windswept desertand I’m unwatered sand, drifting over my path as I go,covering old footprints,erasing yesterday.I thirst for the…
Lit Up — January’s Prompt: Things we left behind
Now that I am so lustreless,