It’s 3:15 AM. I am wide awake. My eyes burn. They burn, not with weariness. They burn with anguish and anger. A contempt for humanity whispers in my ear,…
Category: Poetry
What It's Like (Poetry)
It’s like having a disease, or thinking you have one, but you’re not sure, and if you are sure, perhaps just not knowing if there’s a cure. Like a child,…
It Was Only Yesterday
It was only yesterday…the coming of the end. Sorting, packing, throwing out. My heart began to bend. Lifting voices into song, drowning our emotions. No, that didn’t work for long.…
Die, old man, die!
Two worlds that cannot peacefully abide. One past. One future. One present to change it all. Old man, in my ear. Whisper your lies again to me. Deceive me when…
While Angels Wept (3 of 3)
There in the darkness in which he’d stayed, looking with broken heart at the mess that he’d made, he saw that he now needed to make a decision. The angels…
While Angels Wept (2 of 3)
There in the filth and mire he stayed, upset with himself over the mess he’d made, knowing that at any moment he could still be saved, but refusing. The angels…