Short poem
Reflections on time and it's meaning, and it's creation. Things are always evolving and moving forward always changing. We named this change time and say we never have enough.
On days like this, Where I find no bliss. And Every shot well aimed, will miss. Yes on days like this, where I hear a call. Beckoning me To face the fall, and greet this devil. Residing Outside My wal...
I sit watching with a lifeless gaze I see only the thoughts that grip my mind all an effect of words said. Not the words spoken out loud but the words stringed into answered questions. Questions I ha...