Just A Mess
Come to terms,
get a grip.
Can the heart
Second Hand Love
This sad kind of feeling washes over me...
subdued in hues of blues and grays.
When the struggle is over
when at last i am free...
Darkness is the place
where fear dwells best...
It reaches into the very
corners of my existence.
Deep within the realm of fear...
lies a great vast reef of infinite depth.
A place where loneliness abides within...
where tortured pain is writhed within the fear.
Thinking back, if only for an instant,
pondering the words that were there a moment ago...
if they are not captured as freely as they flow,
they are no longer there.