poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Fear comes and sucks the life out of Me,Like a Dementor chasing me, They have chased me across the World Physically, Obsessively, Stalking me, even when I was in Solitude. Hidden away, forced out of Sight,Ran me out through even the realms of Emotion and Spirit,Where I had to question myself and sanity, Yet my […]
It is my Pain that Widows me from my Life, my Past, a Wrestling Ground from which I continue to try release myself from, A Mighty Death grip, Neck, suffocating Me, Like my Death an how it tries to Chase me out of the Living, Finds it’s way leaking as if squid ink, onto foreign […]