A Reply You Never Asked For
You said you knew everythingI wonder what you missed, still I stayed. You called it understanding,I called it a wound you kissed, still I stayed. You turned away from the…
The Weight of Power
You speak of strengthas if it is given. As if the worldhands it gentlyto those who ask. It does not. Power is not granted.It is takenfrom doubt,from fear,from every weaknessyou…
Confessions Fleeting Memories
Confessions blend and coat the trim memory,Where once vivid colors now fade to grey,Like a painting left in the sun,Its hues are dull, but the impressions linger on.The ground is…