Those prayersgoing up or down who knowsthe questions begged& then whisperedShaking along with the…
What is it that chokes the heartof one who believes and drivesfar beyond and past the truthin pointless search for certainty?
Withouta doubt,novelty is the stufflove is made of.My futuristic eyereminds meof the manytimes I walked onair full of emotion…
This darkness haunts me.